MOM'S FERTILIZATION

SEDUCTION
By Sam Jason ©

It was a penis.

No. It was a big penis.

No. Who was I kidding! It was a HUGE

penis: wide rosy head ringed with
dark purple. That spheroid attached
to a thick, curved cylinder of meat.
Hard meat from the looks of it.

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It had been so long since I saw an
erect penis, I almost didn't recognize
it. Almost.

"Oh my God!" I whispered as I leaned

closer to my laptop screen.

I use a throwaway email address only

I know about for the usual signups for
free things and sites that will put you
on a never-ending spam list
FOREVER! My username, which I
thought was very clever and, in

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retrospect, shows some subconscious
finagling, was "Sleepinbooteezz." I
always had a great fondness and
respect for fairy tales.

That was why I was intrigued by an

email that had somehow sidestepped
my spam filter and landed right in the
center of my inbox. From its sender's
username, "Prikzzcharming," I
thought it was some colossal
coincidence, like fate was playing a
billion-to-one joke.

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"But ... this is no joke," I said out loud
in the living room. I was home alone,
my husband, Stan, at work, and my
18-year-old recently-graduated son,
Tom, at his summer job.

It had a video attachment, and I let

my curiosity get the better of me,
something I rarely did. It was a 15-
second movie showing a cock getting
harder and harder. A young cock, 20-
ish if I was to judge by the sparseness

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of pubic hair.

"Probably just a mistake" I thought to

myself. I laughed at how embarrassed
he would be if he realized he sent it to
a 37-year-old mother instead of his
girlfriend. I hovered my cursor over
the delete button, changed my mind
and pressed play again, then once
again.

I jumped as my phone rang. It was my

sister, Marie, and I felt my face flush

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because I had been "caught."

"Marie," I said.

"Tess," she said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong! Why would

anything be wrong?"

"You have that 'don't bother me voice'

I hate," she said.

"So why are you bothering me?" I

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laughed, a little nervously.

She forced a laugh out too.

I exited my email, embarrassed even

to have it open now "in front of" my
sister. I shook my head at how
prudish I was and couldn't believe I
had looked at that video more than
once.

"Is Tom excited about going to

college?" she asked.

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"That's all he can talk about," I said.
My son certainly was growing up, and
after 18 years with his ol' Mom, he
was about to set out on his own for
the first time. He was starting college
in just one more week. True, the
college was only a two-hour drive
away, but it was still a million miles
from being at home every night of his
life. At home with his mother and dad.

He was still my little boy, and always

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would be. Sometimes I wondered
where the time had gone. Seems like I
just was bringing him for his fist day
of school—me, just a young mom in
her early twenties, and him just a tiny
thing. Now, he was going to be a
hundred miles away. He had grown
into a fine, handsome young man,
now an inch taller than his 5'9" mom!

And, unlike his dad, who had a frail

build, Tom had developed a terrifically
athletic body. In fact, his football

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Coach was about to put the finishing
touches on getting him a full
scholarship. Coach Braket was
certainly going to make things so
much easier for Stan and I. Tom
would have had to attend a small local
community college without the
Coach's help.

Yeah, Tom was the athletic one.

Probably got that from me. I played all
the sports in high school. That is,
right before I got pregnant at the end

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of my senior year. I missed out on my
chance to go to college. Stan was just
about to graduate college at the time.
Things had "happened" when he was
home on a school vacation.

My parents were so disappointed.

They had high hopes for their girl. My
hopes all turned towards Tom. Stan
graduated, got a job (he's the brainy
one) and was professionally successful
right from the start.

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We've had a mostly happy marriage,
despite all Stan's health problems that
make things difficult at times. We love
each other, even if it isn't a passionate
kind of thing. But, that kind of
relationship is what you read about,
not what really happens. Right?

Physically, Tom was the opposite of

his dad: muscular and energetic and
full of vibrant life. Stan,
unfortunately, was mostly cerebral,
slow-moving ... and impotent. It had

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been years since he could get an
erection, even with the blue pills. Not
very flattering for a girl. Not a big
confidence or self-esteem builder.

Hence my surprise fascination over

the email video. It had been many a
year since I saw anything like THAT!
Let me correct myself: I had NEVER
seen anything like that! Stan's cock
was half that size and girth. And, I
don't think it had ever been THAT
hard.

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"Tess! Tess! Are you even listening to
me," my sister yelled into the phone.

"Of course I am," I said. My mind had

completely gone back to that damned
video and replayed it in my head.
"Now, what were you saying?"

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"Aren't you going to give your ol' mom

a hug," I said, as usual to my son

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when he got home. If I didn't highjack
him on the way to his room, I'd barely
get a word out of him before he
plunked himself down in front of his
computer.

"Oh, sure, Mom!" he said with more

enthusiasm than usual. He opened
his arms and I melted into them.
Usually it was a couple pats on the
back—quick ones—and he jettisoned
me like shedding his backpack.

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Today was different. He let me linger
and snuggle against him. My tall and
handsome son. Instead of patting my
back, he ran his hands over it several
times. Maybe it was my imagination,
but I thought he stopped his hand
and rubbed his finger over the clasp of
my bra a few times.

Silly me—of course it was my

imagination!

Tom leaned his head down and

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inhaled audibly at my neck, just
under my ear. "You smell good, Mom,"
he whispered into my ear.

"Must be my new shampoo I tried out

this morning when I showered," I said.

"It's real feminine without being

perfumey or girly. Just perfect for you.
Perfect for a beautiful and sexy
woman."

I pulled back and laughed and looked

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into his eyes: "Look who's become a
charmer! Just when he's about to
leave for college. I just wish I could
believe this flattery. A girl needs a
boost once in a while—even if it isn't
true!"

"It's not flattery if it's obviously a

bunch of observations anyone with
eyes can see," he said without
breaking eye contact.

Maybe that video had dredged up lots

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of my frustrations and fears and
doubts about my own attractiveness.
But, without consciously weighing all
the motivations, I began fishing for
some much-needed compliments.

"Such as?" I coyly asked while

wiggling playfully against him.

"Well, first of all, you're beautiful. No,

make that gorgeous. Mom, every
feature of your face is perfect and
matches every other. Your blue eyes

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and short blonde hair, cute nose,
kissable lips—"

"Wait—you think your ol' mom's lips

are kissable?" I laughed the question
out as a joke, you know, playing
along.

Instead of feeling awkward or

embarrassed as I intended, Tom
completely surprised me by saying,
"Well, let me see!" and planting a full
kiss on my lips. Not just a peck, but a

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full, though-not-lingering, kiss.

Before I could react, he said, "Yep!

Totally kissable!" Them laughed. He
had beat me at my own game of
daring. But, he wasn't done.

"And the sexy part is even more

obvious."

"Whoa, buster, let's stop right there," I

said and put a hand on his chest and
pushed back until I thought I had a

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good angle to give him my stern
"mom" look. But, that didn't deter
him:

"Mom! You work so hard to keep in

shape. Look at you. Look at your
body! It's perfect—all proportioned
and not a bit fat without having that
starving look that makes your face
look like a skeleton. Sexy and toned.
Am I lying?"

I couldn't help but smile. I DID work

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hard, and I WAS proud of my body.
Even at 37, I felt I held my own with
women younger than me. Call me
vain, but I thought I deserved some
appreciation, some attention. So
forgive me for basking a bit.

"Well, I do try," I said and hugged him

close again. I went fishing again.
"What would you say is my best
feature?" I asked, trying to sound
unconcerned, like it didn't mean a
thing to me.

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Tom didn't hesitate. "Your smile,
Mom! When you smile, the whole
world takes notice. I don't think
anybody can be in a bad mood when
you turn THAT on."

I turned it on, turned it on full blast

for my son, my beautiful, kind,
thoughtful, loving son. It wasn't a fake
smile by any means, just one brought
on by being so close and noticed by
someone I loved.

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"And your butt!" he continued, looking
me directly in the eyes.

"What?" I didn't think I heard him

right.

"Your butt, Mom! You've got an ass

that won't quit." To make his point,
Tom let his hands drift from my back
down to my tight blue shorts. He
cupped a cheek in each hand and
gave an evaluative, appreciative

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squeeze. And, he pulled my hips close
to his until our groins touched—not
hard, but enough to send a little jolt
of surprised recognition through my
loins as we made contact. My hips
made a tiny unconscious tuck
forward, curving upward in response,
forcing more pressure against
something ... something my mind
refused to acknowledge my son was
manifesting in his nether regions.

Before I could say anything, do

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anything, or overthink the situation, it
was Tom who pulled away and said,
"And don't think I forgot about the
36C's!"

"What?" That seemed to be my

comeback of choice today.

My son's hands, palms towards the

ceiling, rose until they were full of my
breasts. He lifted and dropped them
gently three times before I burst out
with, "TOMMY!"

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"Mom, you've got a tremendous rack
too. It's hard not to notice, but I guess
I'm just more of an ass man."

I stood there motionless—stunned.

Motionless except for the hardening of
my nipples, of which I was well aware.

Tom leaned forward and kissed me

again. This time on the cheek. "I'll be
watching TV in the living room," he
said as if nothing had just happened.

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"I'm expecting a call from your father,"
I said, as if nothing had just
happened.

But something HAD just happened. I

had been felt up by my son, however
innocently. And my body had acted
strangely. Strangely if responding to
your own son's touch is strange. And,
it made me question if his body—that
is, his crotch—had also been
responding. Or was that my own

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overstimulated imagination?

That damned video. I never should

have watched it. All my emotions in
that direction had been successfully
tamped down and contained. Now
they were leaking out. I needed to
calm down and get a grip.

I went to the bathroom to splash cold

water on my face and get my bearings.
As I was drying my face with a fresh
towel, I inhaled the newly-washed

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fragrance. That reminded me:

Tom thought I smelled nice. It was so

refreshing to have even the smallest of
compliments. It showed how starved I
was for some emotional
reinforcement. I looked at myself in
the large mirror over the twin sinks.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself," I said

out loud. "36C's—how did he know?" I
questioned, then concluded he must
have seen the size on my bras. I

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turned sideways, looking at my
profile.

On a whim, I shucked my top off and

dropped my shorts to the floor. Like I
had spontaneously done a thousand
times before to give myself a quick
self-evaluation. I stood there in my
sheer blue bra and matching thong.

For a minute I looked, and twirled to

look at my rear, and looked again at
almost every angle. "Not bad," I said

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again.

"Mom," a voice echoed in the

bathroom.

"TOMMY!" I screamed as I tried

unsuccessfully to cover myself. "Get
out!"

He merely held his hand out to me.

"Your phone was ringing on the
kitchen table. It's Dad." He walked
over to me, never taking his eyes off

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me or my body.

"Get out," I said again.

Before he turned and left, he said,

"Told you—killer butt!"

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I fully intended to delete that video

from my email account.

But, when I logged in, there was

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another email in my inbox. This too
was from "Prikxxcharming."

I deleted it. I deleted them both. Then

logged out.

I got up, went to the kitchen, got a

glass of water, drank half of it, threw
the rest down the sink, went back to
my laptop, logged back in and
retrieved those damned emails from
the trash. I transferred them both
back to my inbox.

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I opened the new one. The subject line
merely said "More." The only words in
the body of the message were: "What
do you think?"

There was another video. I played it.

It seemed like the same video as

before. That same penis got hard—
but, this time it didn't end there. A
hand appeared in the close-up and
wrapped itself around the cock. I

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should say "attempted" to wrap itself
around that cock, because the hand,
a feminine hand I might add, couldn't
fully encircle that thing.

"Oh my God! It's too big," I said to

myself. I laughed and put my hand to
my mouth. "Maybe she has small
hands" I thought and looked at my
own hand. I couldn't help but imagine
if I could manage the grasp.

There was no sound on the video. The

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hand squeezed and a bead of precum
appeared at the tip of the prick. "Oh
my goodness," I said. More squeezing
and more precum until it oozed in a
clear string and dripped in a thread
out of frame and finally broke from
the tip and fell out of sight. "That
looks ready," I said.

The hand apparently thought so too.

It started tugging up and down slowly,
steadily speeding up.

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"She's jerking him off," I stated the
obvious out loud. That's when it
ended at 45 seconds.

"That's awful," I said. Then replayed it

several times. "THIS is what I think.
That's disgusting!" If the sender
thought I was going to answer his
question in a reply, he had another
thing coming. No way. That's when
another email appeared in my inbox.

It had the subject "More?" This time it

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had a question mark. The message
said "Want to see more?"

Of course I didn't want to see more.

Why would a 37-year-old mother want
to see some young guy being
masturbated? No me. That's for sure.
Not me. I would delete these and any
future email without looking at them.
Enough was enough.

Another email appeared with the

subject "Pussy." "Now it's really

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disgusting," I said while shaking my
head. Way over the line!"

I opened the email. It had a photo

attached. I opened it and said
"Awww!" It was one of the cutest
kittens I had ever seen.

The message read "If you don't want

to see me cum, reply 'No.' If you do
want to see me cum, reply 'YES!'"

"I bet he cums a lot more than Stan

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does, or used to at least. When he
could get an erection, that is," I said
to no one in particular. I didn't want
to see him cum. That would only
depress me. We had tried to get
pregnant for years and couldn't. All
because of Stan. I wanted a baby so
badly—especially now that Tom was
leaving and I was to be without a
loving child in the house for the first
time in 18 years.

I needed another baby. I hungered for

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another baby. I would have done
anything to get pregnant, but it never
happened, no matter how hard or
often we tried.

So, no way I wanted to see another

man cum. No way I wanted to see all
that baby-making sperm, sperm that I
could never make good use of.

"That would only be torture," I said.

"Why would I want to torture myself?
Why?"

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I shut the laptop. To the kitchen.
Drink. Walked the hall back and
forth, then came back to the laptop.

I hit reply, typed "Yes" in the subject

line and also in the message body. No
caps, no exclamation point—that'll
show him he can't control me!

My finger hovered over the keyboard

return button for a long time before I
hit "send."

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"Oh my God!" I said. "What did I just
do!"

I looked at the time. I was going to be

late. Stan's phone call was to remind
me to pick up the completed
scholarship form from Coach Braket. I
dreaded doing this because of his
wife.

Denise Locke. She was my nemesis,

mortal enemy, and royal pain in my

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butt, my killer butt.

I had known her since the first day of

school. For some reason, she never
liked me and never missed an
opportunity to make me feel small,
wrong, or inadequate. Never—not in
our twelve years of school together.

And, we always seemed to be

competing against each other. I was
NOT a competitive person, except
where she was involved. She really got

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under my skin in a big way.

And the smug way she looked down at

me when I became pregnant and she
went off to college to become an
elementary school teacher. Six years
ago, she had been Tom's sixth grade
teacher, and he caught lots of her
reflected vitriol. That year was hell.

But, it wasn't meant to end there. She

had married Coach Braket about ten
years ago. He was Stan's cousin, and

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another real asshole. Perfect for being
a coach. I don't know how Tom could
stand playing football for him, but it
paid off with this scholarship. I still
couldn't figure out why he had a
change of heart and did so much to
secure it for Tom.

Miracles DO happen, I guess. It would

be a miracle if I could get through
picking up the paperwork. Stan had
cautioned me not to blow it, so I
promised myself to go into my best

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Zen peace mode.

They lived in a beautiful house about

15 minutes away. I was taking deep
breaths when I rang the doorbell.

Denise opened the door. Instead of

her usual sneer, she greeted me with
a big hug and smile. "Tess, how good
to see you! Please come on in.
Wayne's not here, but left everything
in one envelope. Can I get you
something? Coffee or a cold drink?"

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"No thanks, Denise. I've got to be
going."

"Okay, but let's sit and talk for a

moment. I need to tell you something,"
she said.

When she turned sideways to lead me

to the living room, I noticed something
else: she had a pronounced baby
bump! The bitch was pregnant—for
the first time—pregnant!

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My Zen peace shattered into atoms. I
was overwhelmed by jealousy or envy
or any emotions that want something
someone else has. I wanted a baby
almost more than anything, and here
was the one woman in the world that I
liked least, and she was blessed with
what I would die for, what I would give
anything for.

Still, I had to hold it together for

Tom's sake. His college career hinged

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on getting that scholarship.

"Denise," I said without much breath

behind it, "you're ... you're—"

"Pregnant! Yes! Finally pregnant. Five

months exactly."

"Five months exactly? How can you be

so sure?" I couldn't believe another
woman was getting my most fervent
wish, and that woman had to be
Denise.

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"Let's just say I'm very sure of the day
I got pregnant. Come, sit down with
me." She took me by the hand (I
commend myself for not pulling away
at the contact on her fingers) and led
me to the couch. We sat there in
silence for a second. She looked like
she was trying to find the right words
to say.

I sat there also in silence, looking at

her hands, both of which now clasped

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mine.

"I want to apologize for all the bad

feelings we've had between us over the
years. It's all been my fault," she said
earnestly.

I hadn't expected this at all. "Denise,"

I began, but she held up her hand to
stop me.

"Please let me say what I need to say.

From the day I saw you, I was jealous.

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Tess, you're so beautiful and happy. I
felt I had to compete against you to
prove to myself I was worthwhile."

"But, Denise, look at you! You're

gorgeous and smart and always been
the best athlete. Why would you ever
have to feel that way?"

"There was something in you that

made me feel I had to take whatever
you wanted. Just to prove I was
better. Just to possess it. I know now

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that was idiotic, and I ask your
forgiveness."

She had tightened her grip on my

hand. I looked down and something
was tickling at the edges of my
consciousness.

"Denise, you've caused me a lot of

pain through the years, and forgiving
you has been at the very bottom of my
list of things to do ... until today. Of
course I forgive you"

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We both leaned forward and hugged. I
was surprised that her eyes glistened
with tears when we parted. I
wondered if being pregnant had
softened her, or at the very least
fooled with her hormones until she
was overly sensitive.

"I'm so happy for you and Wayne," I

said. Suddenly, I WAS happy for
them. She was my age and had
experienced the joy of being a mother.
That's something I'd treasured for 18

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years. "I can't wait to tell Stan the
good news that his cousin is going to
be a dad! What did the proud papa
say when you told him?"

Again her hand tightened and she

tilted her head a little. I could have
sworn her smile looked a little forced
and nervous as she said, "Well, that's
something else I wanted to tell you—"

That's when the front door burst

open, throwing Coach Braket into the

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room.

Every time I saw him I couldn't help

but think how much Tom looked like
his father's cousin. Must have been
some dominant gene that skipped
Stan, but was lurking there in the
background.

He didn't even acknowledge my

presence. "You give her the envelope?"
he asked Denise.

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"Here it is," she said and jumped up.
It was right there on the coffee table.
She handed it to me. "We're so happy
to help Tom out," she said.

"Yeah, real happy," Coach said. "And I

know why you're extra happy,
Denise," he growled.

Denise looked at him with wide eyes,

but coolly said, "My sixth grade
student," as if that explained it all.

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I took the envelope and made a
straight line for the door. I turned and
said, "Congratulations to you both. I
hope I get to see the baby sometime."

"Yeah, right," Coach muttered as I

shut the door.

I could hear them both yelling in the

house as I got in my car.

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"TOM!!" I yelled as soon as I got in the
door.

When he stepped into the kitchen, I

held up the prize—the envelope that
assured his scholarship.

He must have been working out,

because he was wearing his running
shorts and sleeveless T-shirt. The
muscles of his arms and shoulders
glistened and his lean sinewy legs
showed what propelled him into being

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the fastest receiver on the football
team.

"I can't believe it, Mom! I kept hoping,

but until now—I thought it might be
too good to be true!

His joy overflowed into a great big

bearhug for his mom. He lifted me
from my feet and whirled me around
and around. We both laughed with
the great emotional release of the
moment.

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"You're all sweaty!" I chuckled.

"Afraid of a little DNA from your son?"

he chuckled back.

"Not in the least little bit," I said, and

kissed him on his sweaty cheek.

He put me back on my feet, but didn't

let go. In fact, he made the hug even
closer while also maneuvering our
bodies to "fit" more tightly, to map as

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much area as he could of his own
torso and hips onto mine.

I didn't think to retreat.

"Mom, I want to thank you for going

over there today. I know it wasn't easy
for you. Yanno, with Miss Locke and
everything."

"It's Mrs. Locke-Braket, with a hyphen

no less, now that she married," I said.

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"She'll always be Miss Locke to me,
after a whole year in the sixth grade
with her."

"You'll probably always see her in that

position ... as your teacher."

"Yeah, that's ONE position I'll see her

in."

Before I could finish a quizzical look

at him, he leaned forward and
surprised me with a tender kiss on

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the mouth. "I just want you to know
how much I appreciate you, Mom. Not
only today, but for always. I want you
to know how much I love you and
want to do anything that would make
you happy. ANYTHING."

He hung his head over my shoulder

and pulled me close with his strong
arms. The heat of his recently-exerted
body radiated into my chest and his
aroma, the musky maleness of his
sweat, filled my nostrils.

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I inhaled the essence of my son
deeply. I luxuriated in the moment
and lingered there.

Then, I was aware of something else.

That something ELSE was pushing
against my crotch. If I didn't know
better, I would have thought my son
had a hardon!

My curiosity got the best of me and I

shifted my hips in a little exploratory

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sway. My pubic mound definitely
could define a rise and a fall on either
side of something hard. I did it twice
more to be sure.

"Oh ... my ... God!" I thought. My son

has a raging hardon while he's
hugging his mother! Some involuntary
reaction I reasoned, and he's probably
embarrassed to pull back and show
the "obvious" through those thin
running shorts.

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A funny thought came to me: I wonder
how big it is? Why would I even think
that? Most likely because of that
damned video!

I figured the best thing to do was give

him a few moments to "calm down."

I asked, "Did you know Miss Locke

was pregnant?"

His eyes widened. "Aahh ... yeah ...

kinda. I've known for a long time."

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"Tom! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Lots of reasons! I know how you and

Miss Locke are. I know how she gets
to you."

"That's no reason not to tell me. You

know I would have wanted to know
about something like that."

"Mom, something like that is exactly

what you shouldn't know about. You

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start, yanno, obsessing about when
anybody else gets pregnant. And I
thought especially Miss Locke and
how you react to her."

"I don't obsess," I explained. And I

thought I explained in a calm, non-
obsessive manner.

"You're saying that you don't want to

get pregnant? You're saying THAT has
changed?"

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I didn't say anything.

"You want me to be honest with you,

Mom?"

"I always want you to be able to say

what's on you mind to me, Tom. You
know that."

Before he told me what was on his

mind, I could feel something that was
probably on his subconscious mind:
my son's hips were making little

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grinding motions against me. They
were subtle, but definite and
rhythmic. And, his penis, if anything,
had gotten even harder and more
pronounced. I could feel it pressuring
against the thin fabric of my tight
shorts, which served as little pressure
buffer for my vagina.

I didn't pull back. Whether I was

calling his bluff ... or something else
... I didn't have time to think about
because Tom said:

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"I know Dad can't get the job done.
I've known that for a long time. You
think I don't hear you talk with him?
You think I don't think I hear you
complain to Aunt Marie all the time?"

He pressed his hips even harder

against me, but I was too moved by
his words to react.

"Tom, you shouldn't have to worry

about something like that, I—"

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"But, Mom, I know how much you
want to have a baby. And now, with
me getting ready to go off to college, I
know how you'll obsess about it and
get all depressed. I don't want that to
happen."

"So that's why you didn't tell me

about Miss Locke. You were never
going to tell me?"

To my horror, I suddenly realized that

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my own hips were meeting every little
thrust of my son's crotch with a
welcoming push forward of my own.
Without even suspecting what I was
doing, I had been absentmindedly
humping my son's hard cock.

Enough calling his "bluff." I pulled

away.

"I was going to tell you in my own

way. I was going to tell you today, in
fact. In my own way, a way that would

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have made it easy to understand my
plan."

He backed away, envelope in hand. He

didn't even attempt to hide the
tentpole that was stretching the fabric
of his shorts.

He waited several seconds, every one

of which had my eyes were glued to
his crotch. He waited until my eyes
came up and met his.

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"You need it, Mom."

He walked out of the room, leaving me

to ponder the meaning of "it."

*******************************

You'd think after all I went through so

far, I would have tried to get some rest
and calm down.

Instead, I dove for my laptop and half

hoped there wouldn't be another email

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from Prikxxcharming so I wouldn't
have to deal with it. The other half of
my hope was the half that won: there
was a fresh arrival in my inbox with
the subject "Cum & C!"

"I can't believe I'm going to watch

this," I said to myself and then looked
at my bedroom door to make sure it
was closed—for the third time.

I played the video. It started the same.

It got to the same place where the

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other video had ended.

This time, the hand speeded up even

more and seemed to me to be too
rough and careless, like it was trying
to get to the end as if it was a chore to
get done.

The hand slowed down and I could

see the cockhead swelling. The
woman's other hand came around the
body (she must have been standing
behind him). In it she had a small

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transparent plastic cup. You could see
there was a label stuck on the
opposite side.

She expertly positioned the opening of

the cup at the end of the penis just as
it exploded with a milky white splash
of goo. It gushed into the cup. Then ...
again ... and again. I counted seven
separate large floods that spurted
from that magnificent cock.

The cup was three quarters full—full

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of a gelatinous thick mix of semen
and sperm.

"I can't believe how much cum there

is!" I said out loud.

The woman dropped the cock

unceremoniously and the
masturbating hand disappeared, only
to reappear a moment later with a
screw-on top for the container. She
fitted it on, and a couple of turns
later, the contents was safely sealed

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away.

That was the end of the video.

"So much cum!" That thought kept on

intruding into my mind. So much.
Especially when I compared it to
Stan's meager production—if you
could even call it that—if he could
even get it up. Just a couple of drops
you could clean up with a Q-tip.

No wonder I couldn't get pregnant.

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What was in that cup could get me
pregnant five times.

"Or more ..." I said.

I watched the video a few more times.

Okay ... maybe more than a few more
times. Finally, I noticed something:
When she was putting the top on, the
cup turned so that the label was
showing for a second.

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The good thing about a video is the
trusty pause button. I paused it
several times before I could find a
frame that wasn't completely blurred
from motion.

The bright blue print on the white

label read: AFC 03-IUI-DALB-3X213-
04.

I didn't know what all the numbers

meant, but I knew what AFC meant:
Ablineaux Fertility Clinic. How did I

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know? My sister, Marie, worked there!

I watched the video a few more times,

every time "oohhing" and "aaahhing"
each time the penis erupted. And each
time I promised myself I wouldn't let
my curiosity get the best of me.

I broke my promise and picked up my

phone and made a call:

"Marie, I need your computer skills!" I

said, trying to hide my excitement.

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"My computer skills are limited to
waking up and putting a computer to
sleep. You know that. What really do
you need?"

"Write this down and tell me what it

means," I said in my best "command"
voice.

"Shoot."

"AFC 03-IUI-DALB-3X213-04," I

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dictated.

There was a hesitation. "Okay, I got

the AFC ... then what?"

"Don't screw around, Marie. I'm not in

the mood."

"Where did you get this?"

I thought it might be imprudent to say

"Off a video of a woman jerking off
some young guy" so I said "Don't ask"

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instead. I added, "Can you tell me
what it means or any clues who it
could belong to?"

"You didn't find this laying on the

sidewalk or in some trash container
did you?"

"Marie!"

"Okay. The AFC obviously stands for

Ablineaux Fertility Clinic, where I
work, by the way. That's the company

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which prides itself in discreet
confidentiality and looks very sternly
on any employee who might dishonor
that discretion—like in losing one's
job!"

"That part I got myself," was all I said.

"This is the identifier we use to label

sperm donations. The 03 is the
month. By my calculations, that
means March. The "IUI" means
Intrauterine Insemination. This

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means we're gonna use the ol' turkey
baster to go into the woman's body.
Not 'in vitro' where—"

"Yeah, I get it," I said impatiently. I

wanted to know "who" more than
"how."

The "DALB-3X213" is a coded patient

identifier, and the 04 is the number of
times the procedure has been done.
So that means that was the fourth
time. Not a good sign."

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"So you don't know who this belongs
to?"

"From my vast list of memorized

random numbers? No, Tess, I DON"T
know who this belongs to!"

"And there's no way you can ...?" I left

that hanging out there.

"Not from home. You know this is the

sort of thing that loses people jobs, a

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break in the trust patients give to us."

"So ... you won't do it?"

"Of course I'll do it. You're my sister!"

She laughed. "I'll call you tomorrow
after I check the records at work."

*****************************

"I want to have another baby, Stan," I

said as I lay in bed, staring at the
ceiling. Stan was still reading, as

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usual.

"Can't we just be happy Tom got his

scholarship and not talk about this
tonight. You're overreacting because
you found out Denise is pregnant."

"I'm NOT overreacting! I'm reacting

perfectly normally for a woman who
wants a damned baby and hasn't
been able to get pregnant for 18
fuckin' years. Or non-fucking years,
as has been the case. You don't even

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try any more. At least make an effort.
Have a few drinks and loosen up so
you don't get your 'performance
anxiety.' I'm so sick of that."

"It's a real thing. Look it up!" Stan

said calmly.

His calmness, his lack of concern

infuriated me most of all. I kicked the
covers off me—off both of us—and
stamped towards the bedroom door.

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"Where are you going?"

"To check my email," I said, too

loudly.

I closed the door of the study behind

me and turned on the small desk
lamp before curling up on the couch
there. I opened my laptop and was
greeted with another email. This one
had the subject: Do You Think?

There was no attachment to this one.

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The body of the message read "You
already watched the video, didn't you.
You haven't written back any of your
thoughts yet. And I say yet because I
expect you've got something to say
about it. If you write me your honest
thoughts, I'll send you the video with
the audio intact. It will answer lots of
questions. Then, answer this
question: do you think you could
make me cum harder than her?
Why?"

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Why would I even answer this? Why
was I caring at all about this video?
this guy? him cumming?

I was getting all confused. So much

was happening—the scholarship,
Denise, Tom and his flirtations, Stan
and his ... his lack of attention to me.
And THIS. This video that had a hold
of me. I wanted to forget it, but
couldn't stop wondering about it. And
I couldn't stop watching it.

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That cock. And the way she jerked
him off. And the way he ejaculated!

My baby-making body was

responding. It was yearning for that
counterpart to my egg. Something
deeply elemental was calling to me,
and tearing me apart.

Denise was pregnant, and I wasn't.

How unfair was that?

Why would I play along with this

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dangerous game of this email. I didn't
know who sent it. Was it random? It
had to be. No one knew this email
address of mine. It was impossible.

But it had to be local if they were

using the Ablineaux Fertility Clinic.

So confusing. So, so confusing. There

were a million reasons to ignore the
sender's request for my thoughts. A
million. I should just forget it.

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But ... he said my questions would be
answered by the audio. And I had a
million questions too.

So confusing.

There was an excitement to keeping

this thing going. A naughty sexual
tension that I was relishing.
Something missing in my mundane
life. And now on top of it, Tom, my
beloved son was soon leaving for
college. That emptiness would be piled

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onto everything else.

I decided to answer the goddamned

email. I wrote:

*******************

Dear Prikxxcharming,

I don't know how or why you chose

me, or why you would think I'd be
interested in your "donation."

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But, you have piqued my interest and
I'd like to hear what the audio has to
add.

Why you would be interested in my

response is beyond me, but I'll give
you my honest opinion and let you
make of it what you will.

At first I was shocked by what I saw,

then interested, and now I have to
admit I'm kind of fascinated and
wondering what the end of the story is

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all about.

It's all shrouded in mystery. You

ejaculating in the Ablineaux Fertility
Clinic cup (oh yes, I did figure that
part out), the woman who I surmise is
going to be the recipient, and you.
Why would you want to be a sperm
donor? And why would you want me
to know about it?

You see. All shrouded in mystery. So.

You've succeeded in making me

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curious enough to want the answers
you promised. If the audio provides
the answers, please send it. If it
doesn't, then let this be the last
contact between us and end this game
here.

You're probably looking for some

evaluation of your performance. You
asked me to be honest so here it is:
impressive. You've got a big, beautiful
cock. One that would make any
woman take notice. One that any

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woman would want to coax to full
hardness with her hand (or her
mouth). Would I want to feel my hand
around it? I have to admit the answer
is yes. Would I want to feel its heat
and hardness? Again the answer is
yes.

Of course the sight of it brings a

response to a woman's body,
including mine. Seeing what is
between your legs has brought a wet
throbbing ache between my own.

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And your ejaculation was spectacular.
You asked me to be truthful, and I
have to admit I've never seen anything
like it. It would surely overflow my
mouth, or my vagina. And, given the
right time of the month, your sperm
would certainly make any woman
pregnant.

I'm sure it was a success at the clinic.

There, my egotistical mystery man (I

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surmise you're egotistical because
who else would want to show off like
this), I've given you my honest
thoughts.

Now, as to your last question about if

I could make you cum harder. I have
a healthy ego of my own. I can't say
how you would react to my touch; I
don't know you. But, I can say I would
do things a little differently. I would
have been more patient, more gentle,
and less abrupt.

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Would you have cum harder? I can't
answer that. But, you would have
cum in a more tender and satisfying
way with me. Of that I'm sure.

I hope this qualifies as being honest

and thoughtful. If it does, I'll expect
you to keep your part of the bargain
and send the audio. If it doesn't, then
goodbye.

Sleepinbooteezz

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**********************

I read it over twice, questioned why I

would say half the stuff in there—to a
stranger— and then took a deep
breath and hit "send."

I was too agitated to go back to bed.

Back to bed with Stan, who still
pissed me off, so I read for a while in
the study.

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I must have dozed for half an hour
and thought I'd check my email one
last time—just in case.

I was surprised to see I had gotten

something. It was from
Prikxxcharming. It was a video. THE
video.

I pressed play. And it played. This one

had audio. It had a woman's voice
saying:

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"I don't know how you talked me into
this."

That was all she said.

Then, there was a male voice. The

voice said three words. Those three
words were:

"OOOHH! MISS LOCKE!"

The first voice was Denise's.

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The second voice was my son Tom's.

********************************

I was furious.

I was beyond furious.

And—I was so ashamed.

These past few days I had been

looking at a big cock and letting it
work some kind of hypnotism on me,

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watching it get hard, watching it
cum—and then to find out it belonged
to my own son!

Furious!

It would be bad enough if I had done

that and no one knew. But, someone
obviously knew. Whoever sent it knew
Tom was my son. Why else would they
send it to me?

And—what if my words, my thoughts

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that I wrote got out. What if people
knew what I had written about my
own son? I'd be ruined. WE'D be
ruined as a family.

I was pacing the hall, back and forth,

back and forth, with an occasion trip
to the bathroom sink to put more cold
water on a facecloth I was holding to
my forehead to soothe my aching
mind.

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The bedroom door opened and Stan
peeked his head out.

"Tess, I'm sorry. I know I haven't paid

much attention lately, but, when I get
back from my weekend business trip,
next week we can, you know ... try
again."

The last thing I needed right now was

for Stan to get in the way of my misery
with another layer of lame misery to
paint on the top as a decoration. His
trying was liquor up enough to
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attempt to get an erection. That
hadn't worked for over a decade before
he stopped even trying seven years
ago.

"That sounds good, Stan. Now go back

to bed. You have an early morning."

"Coming to bed soon?"

"Just a few more minutes," I lied with

a trembling voice. I knew I would be
lucky if I got to sleep at all. "Get some

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sleep." I knew he wouldn't wait up.

More pacing. It didn't help with

breaking my worry cycle, but it did
dissipate some of my energy.

That was until I had another

devastating revelation: my nemesis
had jerked off my son. His ex-sixth
grade teacher had jerked him off!

"Damned Denise!" I growled. "Of all

people!"

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That epiphany set loose a wave of
confusing and conflicting emotions.
On one hand, I thought it was wildly
inappropriate that a woman my own
age would take advantage of an 18-
year-old like that. On the other hand,
because of our competitive past, I felt
a red hot twinge of jealousy that she—
and not me—had done something that
brought so much pleasure to Tom!
Again she beat me.

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Oh my God! It had to be her. Denise
had to be the one who was sending
the emails. I picked up my phone off
the kitchen table and started to call
her, to call her at 1:43 a.m. Then I
stopped.

I didn't know what I would have said,

but it would have been loud and
incoherent. I would wait until morning
when those traits were better suited.

And, maybe in the meantime I could

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come up with some options. Maybe I
could put this all in perspective and
figure a way out. Or at least plan
some damage control.

At least it couldn't get worse.

That's when I realized it got worse.

"03." Marie had said "03" meant

March. This was the end of August,
about five months from March.

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It all came together in a thunderclap
that nearly flattened me: the AFC cup,
the sperm, March, Denise, Tom, five
months—

DENISE WAS PREGNANT WITH MY

SON'S BABY!

*****************************

I knocked softly and was met with a

non-sleepy "Come in, Mom."

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I slipped into my son's room and shut
the door, pushing it tight against the
outside as if that would keep all the
problems on the other side.

Tom was sitting up in bed, wearing

just his pajama bottoms.

"Tom," I said with a quaver I couldn't

control, "we have trouble." Tears
welled up in my eyes and my throat
closed so I couldn't say another word
until I took some breaths.

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Tom got up and supported me just as
my knees started to give way. He
guided me to the edge of the bed. I
sat, and he sat beside me to my right.
He rubbed my back and said:

"Mom, you have to calm down. Like

you always say, 'Everything will work
itself out.' And it always does, right?"

"You don't understand, Tom. This is

different. This is something terrible."

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"What can be that bad, Mom? I got
you and you got me. Isn't that what
we always say?" He bent his head and
kissed my cheek.

I rested my head on his shoulder for a

while he continued to soothingly rub
my back and periodically kiss my
head. I started to get my nerves under
control, but I didn't know where to
start.

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So I started with, "Is Miss Locke
pregnant with your baby?"

"Mom, it's possible."

"Whaaa? You don't know for sure?"

"How would I know for sure? It's not

like a paternity test has been done or
anything. So, I guess it's possible. I
don't know."

"We'll have to find out, Tom. Don't you

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see that's important? Don't you want
to know if she's carrying your child ...
and my grandchild?"

"I guess," he said. He didn't sound as

worked up about it as I did. Naive kid!

"Did you know there's a video of you

and Denise ... Miss Locke? A video of
you ... let's just say 'filling' a sperm
donor cup?"

"Yeah, I know about it."

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"Tom, honestly!" I looked into his face
and shook my head. "Why would you
allow this to happen? Why would you
let her do that to you?"

"Okay. Here's the story. You want the

truth?"

"Of course," I said.

"This is going to take a minute or two,

so promise you'll relax a little and let

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me tell the whole story. Promise?"

"I promise," I said.

Tom pulled my head back to his

shoulder and hugged me close. His
hand kept rubbing my back over my
untucked pajama top.

"Miss Locke was visiting Coach at

school one day back in March. Coach
calls me over and says she needs help
moving some stuff from the attic to

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the garage, and would I go help her.
So I say sure because it gets me out of
some classes, and it's Miss Locke who
I always liked even though I knew you
two didn't get along."

When telling Tom stories, I had always

scratched his back with a light,
almost hypnotic touch. He always said
it made him calm and dreamy. He
returned the favor now. His hand
went from rubbing my back over my
pajama to gliding his short fingernails

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over my bare skin. He must have
slipped his hand under the back of
my top.

It felt good as he talked.

"So we get there and I'm doing all the

work and Miss Locke is talking about
how much I look like the coach and it
must be the cousin thing and
everything. Then she starts talking
about how she and coach want kids
but can't have any. I kept quiet, but I

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wanted to say I understood because
you and Dad have the same type of
problem."

"I'm glad you didn't say anything," I

said.

"I figured you'd want to keep that our

secret. So she says that they're going
to try one last time with the clinic. I
told her Aunt Marie works there and
she said she knew that."

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Tom continued to scratch my back
lightly as he spoke. I closed my eyes
and listened. I was feeling better just
being with someone who loved me and
who I loved.

"So Miss Locke starts talking about

too bad I didn't have the scholarship
and community college would suck
but she definitely thought she could
get Coach to get me the scholarship.
She said she would do that, but I had
to do her a favor too."

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"That bitch!" I thought. She used Tom.

"She said that she had to deliver the

Coach's sperm to the clinic that day,
but she was sure it wouldn't work
because it hadn't worked three times
before. She said the Coach had a real
low sperm count and just not enough
of it to work."

"And she asked you?"

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"I'm getting to that, Mom. She started
crying and saying this was her last
chance because Coach was sick of her
complaining about it and she wanted
a baby real bad. She said she had an
idea if I would go along with it. She
said because I looked so much like
Coach that if I substituted my sperm
instead, he would never know the
difference."

"And you agreed to it, just like that? I

can't believe you made such a big

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decision ... just like that," I said.

"Mom, we talked about it a real long

time. And remember, this was my
teacher asking me this, and not
someone I just met."

Denise had used her position of

authority to influence Tom, her former
student. Totally inappropriate use of
her power.

"So we talked it all over for a long

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time, about don't worry about the kid
because she's gonna take good care of
it and love it because she always
wanted a child. She really made me
believe it would have a good home.
Like I said, I always liked Miss Locke
even if you didn't. And, I was going to
get the scholarship. Remember that."

"Still it wasn't fair of her." I had to add

that. I would have been more vocal,
but Tom's hand was soothing me.

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"So I agreed and she got the cup. She
gets this scared look on her face and
says nobody can ever know about
this, especially the Coach. He has to
think it was all him. I let her know I'd
definitely not tell the Coach about it,
knowing all about how mad he gets."

"She hands me the cup and tells me

to go into the bathroom and 'do my
thing.' I went in and for the first time
in my life, couldn't do my thing. It
must have been I got nervous or

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something."

Probably got some of his father's

"performance anxiety" I thought. I
actually smiled, glad Tom couldn't see
it.

"So after a while, Miss Locke asks if

everything is okay. I finally admit it
wasn't going good, and after a lot of
back and forth talking, I suggested
that she 'help.' She said definitely no.
But when it looked like her plan was

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falling apart, she agreed to jerk me
off."

"And that worked?" I knew the

answer, but somehow wanted to hear
him admit it.

"Big time!" he said. "You may not

recognize it, but Miss Locke is a MILF.
I've always had a crush on her and
even you have to admit how pretty she
is."

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"Prettier than me?" I blurted out.
Dammit! Why don't I shut up? Always
competing with damned Denise. I
couldn't help it.

"Not even close, Mom." He tilted my

head up and gave me a tender kiss on
the lips. I needed that.

"Go on," I said.

"So Miss Locke gets behind me and

gets me hard immediately and I cum

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in the cup for her. She sealed it up
and drove me back to the school. She
told me all the way that I should never
say what happened because there
would be trouble. Lots of trouble. And
she would try her best to get the
scholarship for me. That's it."

"Tom, I think Miss Locke, for some

reason, is stirring up trouble now that
she's pregnant. Why for the life of me,
I'll never know."

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"Why? Did she say something today?"
Tom asked.

"She was about to say something, to

tell me something when her husband
came in and put a stop to it."

"Did HE say anything about me?"

Tom, for the first time, looked
concerned.

"No, nothing. But, what about the

video?"

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"Oh yeah. So when I'm in the
bathroom, I wanted to get evidence of
what I was doing. I don't know why,
but I thought it was a good idea. I set
up my phone on the sink and it
recorded everything. Miss Locke didn't
even see it. I sent her the video and
she went ballistic. She called me and
begged me to delete it. I thought I'd
better keep it."

"So she has the video?"

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"I sent it to her," he said.

This confirmed my suspicion. It was

Denise who was sending me those
emails. I debated whether to tell Tom
about the emails, but we were this far
into things so:

"Someone sent me an email with your

video attached. I didn't know it was
you and Miss Locke ... not at first at
least. I got caught up in reacting to it

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and send some pretty shameful
things—"

"I don't think they're shameful, Mom."

"What?"

"I think they were honest and

beautiful. I loved every word you
wrote."

"You? You're the one I've been talking

with in the emails? Do you know how

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embarrassing this is? The things I
said?"

"You don't have to be embarrassed

with me, Mom. I understand. Yanno,
with Dad. He doesn't give you what
you want, what you need. That's his
mistake, his loss."

"Why would you want to play such a

humiliating game with your own
mother? Why would you put me in a
position to shame me like that? Just

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because you know I'm vulnerable? Are
you laughing at me because I'm
weak?" The lump came back to my
throat as I spoke.

Tom put his arm around me again.

"No, Mom. I would never do anything

to hurt you. I just wanted to show you
that I can do it."

"Do what?"

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"That you don't have to look at me like
I'm a little boy, but a man now. That's
part of my plan."

He had mentioned his "plan" earlier,

but it didn't dawn on me it was
something real. "What plan," I asked.

"Mom, I want to get you pregnant," he

stated calmly.

I didn't know if I had heard him

correctly. Even though I knew what

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every single one of the words he had
said meant, my mind couldn't
comprehend what they meant in that
order or that context.

My shocked silence made him

continue. "I know you'll never have
another baby with Dad. Just not
possible no matter what you hope for.
That's a dead end."

"Tom, you—"

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"Let me finish, Mom." He snaked his
hand under my top and scratched, a
signal that he was going to talk and I
was to listen. I listened.

"The thing that happened with Miss

Locke? That got me thinking. Why
couldn't we do the same thing? Why
couldn't you finally have a baby? I
knew you would never want some
other donor or have an affair or
something like that. I know you. And
then Dad would know if the baby

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didn't look like him at all, right? So I
thought this is the perfect answer: I
get you pregnant."

"Perfect except you're my son, and

that makes it wrong on all sorts of
levels. You must have known I would
never allow that. You must have know
I would never even think of something
like that? That it would be possible in
any way?"

"That's why I sent the video like I did.

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I wanted you to see me, not as your
son, but as a man who you could
recognize as somebody who could get
you pregnant. I wanted you to admit
it. I wanted you to admit it not only to
yourself, but want the other person to
know it too."

"That was unfair of you. That was

lying to me—not letting me know who
I was watching. You don't know how
embarrassed I am. You tricked me
into admitting things about your

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body. Now I know it was my son's
body. Shameful."

"Mom, don't be ashamed. I'm not

ashamed to admit I think you're hot,
that you have a great body. I told you
that today."

"That's just that Oedipus thing, Tom.

That's a normal phase for boys and
their Moms."

"But, it's more than just a phase now,

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Mom. I think of you not only as my
mother, but like a real woman.
Something changed with me and Miss
Locke and made me look at things
different. When I think of making you
pregnant, I think of you in a different
way. I love you in a different way while
still loving you as my Mom."

I had been listening so intently, I

hadn't noticed his right hand had
drifted from scratching my back to
reaching around my loose-fitting top. I

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don't know how long it had been going
on, but my son's hand was gently
cupping and rubbing my right breast.
My naked right breast. My nipple was
hard against his palm.

"TOM!" I gasped as I brought my arm

down and moved his hand away.
"What do you think you're doing? I'm
your mother. You can't touch me like
that. It's not right!"

"Didn't it feel good?"

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It had been so easy and slow that it
felt natural. I hadn't even noticed his
hand. It hadn't felt intrusive or
invasive ... just natural.

"I told you I'm vulnerable, that I'm

distracted. You should respect that. If
you love me, you should think of
what's best for me," I said.

"I AM thinking of what's best for you.

How else are you going to get

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pregnant? Don't you still want to have
a baby?"

I didn't have an answer for that

except, "I can't have a baby with my
own son. Don't you see how crazy that
is?"

"It's more crazy to go through the rest

of your life not being able to love
another kid. I know how much we
loved each other for my whole life.
This will be another way we'll show

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each other love and how we can share
one more thing: me getting you
pregnant. You saw how much I cum.
It'll be easy."

"Anything but easy, Tom. I'm your

mother. Don't you get that? There are
boundaries. Nature sets up
boundaries. You're my son. Let's end
that discussion right there. This is all
crazy."

"Was it crazy what you wrote about

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me, about what looking at me made
you feel. Were those feelings crazy
too? What seeing me cum made your
body want to do? That you could
really get pregnant. Just because
we're mother and son shouldn't get in
the way of that."

"That we're mother and son definitely

is what should get in the way."

Tom stood up, faced me, and without

hesitation, dropped his pajama

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bottoms to the floor. Before me was
the image on the video come alive. I
was looking at the semi-hard penis
attached to my son.

"TOM! Have you no shame at all?

Cover yourself up!" But, my eyes
never left his crotch. That damned
video. Before seeing that I would have
had no trouble getting angry and
storming out of the room. It would
have been simply embarrassing
because he was my son and I was his

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mother. Clear lines of demarcation.
But, after seeing the anonymous penis
on the video and reacting to it as a
woman, not as a mom—that had
successfully blurred the lines. The
mom thing receded and the woman
thing bubbled up to the surface. A
woman's eyes were now looking at a
real, live penis just a foot away.

"You said I had a big, beautiful cock,

Mom."

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"That was under false pretexts," I said,
trying to sound convincing. But I
never looked away from the cock,
which was rising.

"You said you would want to feel your

hand around it."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't deny

what I had said, and looking at it in
the flesh made me wonder, really
wonder what it did feel like.

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"Touch it, Mom. You know you wanted
to. Just like Miss Locke did."

Damned Denise. She had touched my

son. She had made him cum. It wasn't
fair! With a great effort, I broke the
hypnotic magnetism my son's cock
was exerting and reached down and
pulled up my son's pajamas. I stood
and said, "Enough of this talk. I won't
hear any more of it. Discussion
closed."

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Tom hugged me to him and said,
"Mom, this is your only chance to
have another baby. It should be with
someone who loves you as much as I
do. Let's do this."

"I said no, and I mean it."

"Just think it over and don't make a

decision until tomorrow. Promise me
that."

"Tom ... I ..."

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"Promise you'll think about it. That's
all I'm asking. This is too important."
His hand drifted down and squeezed
my butt.

I reluctantly nodded. I was too

emotionally drained and physically
exhausted to stand there and argue
any more.

"Good!" he said and walked me to the

door.

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On the other side of the door, I
realized that when Tom's hand had
squeezed my butt, he had slid it
under my elastic waistband.

My son's hand had been on my naked

ass.

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A miserable night's sleep, if you can

call turning and looking at the clock

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every five minutes sleep. And looking
at Stan soundly sleeping there didn't
help. As if he didn't care. As if he
didn't know he could be a
grandfather.

Which he didn't know. Which I didn't

know ... for sure.

I had been full of dread before going to

Tom's room. I thought I was going to
be exposed as a pervert for writing
what I did; I thought for sure Denise

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was pregnant with my son's baby.

That certainty of dread had been

traded for a new problem: my son
wanted to impregnate me.

It was completely crazy, and it made a

lot of sense. Which was crazy!

AND—I had seen my son's penis. A

half-erect penis and not the super-
powered cock of the video, but still
damned impressive in person. THAT

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image kept creeping into my mind all
night as I tried to snooze a bit.

AND—Tom had fondled my tit and

caressed my naked ass—his own
mother for God's sake.

The alarm went off just after I passed

out. "Noooo!" I groaned. Stan got right
up; he had to pack for his three-day
trip.

He had the nerve to hum while getting

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ready. Hum! The nerve!

I was making breakfast and he came

up behind me and gave me a feeble
kiss on the cheek. I sighed. He was a
good man and a good, kind father. Not
much of a lover (hell—not ANY kind of
lover!).

"I know you had a bad night, Tess. I'll

make it up to you when I get back."

How in the name of God was he going

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to make it up to me? get me
pregnant? satisfy me sexually? Ha!
No—double that: ha! ha! Because I felt
the whole world was laughing at me,
making a big damned joke of my life.

Just a few days earlier, at least I had

it all contained, all tamped down
inside of me and contained, my
deadened sexual desires. Now, a few
days later:

My deadened sexual desires had risen

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from the grave. On top of that, I now
had a vague fear I could be a
grandmother (AND, link that to
damned Denise being the mom). On
top of that, I had seen another woman
jerk my son off and make him cum.
On top of that, my son had felt me up
... twice. On top of that, that same son
wanted to get me pregnant!

My life—a big damned joke. Why

wasn't I laughing? Ha!

"Everything is going to work out,"

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Stan said. "It always does." He
beamed a smile at me. I gave the
poorest imitation of a smile back to
him.

"Something on you mind?" Stan

finally asked. Even he could read the
atmosphere.

"I was asking Mom about the future

late last night, Dad," Tom said as he
entered the kitchen. "Probably that.
Right, Mom?"

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"I think the future is what it is," I said.

"Or what it could be ..." Tom added.

"Am I missing something?" Stan

asked.

"Only everything" I thought. Tom and I

looked at each other, and he raised
his eyebrows. I had to laugh. Even
with everything going on, I had to
laugh.

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After Stan left for his trip, Tom asked,
"Did you think over what I said last
night?"

I didn't say anything.

He picked up his backpack and went

out of the kitchen for his summer job.
He called out: "Think over the good
things, not only the negatives, Mom.
Last chance, best chance to get what
you want most."

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The door slammed, leaving me all
alone in the house. All alone, like I
would be once Tom went to college.
The one thing I had been good at was
being a mother. From the time I was
his age, motherhood was all I ever
needed. Pouring my love into him.
Now, at the age of 37, I was about to
face a turning point, one I wasn't
ready for: having an empty nest.

I called my sister.

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"Marie ... Tess."

"I know. Your picture comes up on my

phone when you call. It's a new
feature like from ... FOREVER!"

"I want to ask you something."

"Sheesh! I'm not even at work yet. I

haven't found out—"

"Not that. You know the 'no questions

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asked' thing?"

"Yeah! Of course! WHO?"

"That's the no questions part," I said.

"I'll meet you at lunch."

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Hot Buns was a small diner with

outside tables in the warmer months.
They served hot dogs on steamed
rolls, hence the "hot buns" relevance.

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I ordered one for me and two for
Marie. She arrived a few minutes after
I got us a table. All the ones in the
shade were taken. I took the seat
facing away from the sun. She sat
down and said "Thanks!" and put on
her sunglasses.

She looked excited. "Have I got news

for you! You're never going to believe
this—"

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"Denise Locke," I said.

"No ... Denise Locke you spoilsport!

You couldn't even let me tell you, and
I was so sure you'd be shocked. What
did you use? ESP?"

"Yeah, I know all!" I made a mystical

gesture.

"Then you know it wasn't used." Marie

took a big bite of her hot dog.

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"WHAT?"

"Oohh! So the omniscient swami

didn't read ALL the tea leaves."

"It wasn't used?"

"Nope. The day after it was dropped

off, we got a DSD order on it. That's
"dispose sperm donation." That's done
the same day we get the request from
the donor.

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Tom's sperm wasn't used. A thrill
went through me. Denise wasn't
carrying my son's son. I wasn't a
grandmother!

I chomped down on the best-tasting

hot dog of my life. I had to contain
myself and not let the truth all flood
out to my sister.

"Care to tell me about Denise?" she

asked.

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"Just something I was curious about."

"Care to elaborate?"

"Nope," I said. Another bite. I couldn't

even remember chewing the first bite.

"Mysterious. Okay," she said. She

looked out at the horizon to my right
and got her thoughtful face on. "You
know ..."

"Here it comes" I thought. She always

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got that look when she was going to
expound on some glimmer of insight
she uncovered.

"It's a cold business I'm in. So clinical.

People with worried faces and all
kinds of stress. Instead of the passion
that should be associated with it."

"What brought this on, Marie?"

"Andrew."

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"Your husband has you thinking
about passion? You always complain
about him not knowing what he's
doing."

"Exactly. He's like the human AFC

cup. Cold and clinical."

I hoped this wasn't going to lead to

Gerald, her old boyfriend from twenty
years ago. Gerald somehow drove
Marie crazy in bed—every time. And
she could never figure it out. Never

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figure out why.

"Now Gerald ..."

Oh boy.

"Gerald had it. You know what 'it' is?"

Marie asked.

"Marie, this is always where we both

admit we don't know what 'it' is."

"But, I know now. I figured it out."

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"Oh, this should be good. Do tell, oh
great wise sister."

"Patience," she said. "Patience and

rhythm. A harmony they probably
don't even have to think about. A
dance."

"Dance?" I laughed. I needed a laugh.

"Most guys pound away without

knowing what they're doing. They're

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into themselves, for themselves. In-
out, in-out."

"No patience, no rhythm," I parroted,

knowing that's what Marie would
want to hear.

"Exactly!" she smiled and pointed at

me knowingly. "When a guy is as deep
as he can get into a woman, there's a
pause—or there should be, however
slight. The same when he's pulled as
far out as he's going to pull. Another

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pause."

"And what's the pause for?" I played

along.

"The pause, my dear, for the guy who

has 'it' is the patience part. He's
waiting for his woman."

"Waiting? Waiting for what?"

"When he's all the way out, he waits

for the woman's body to welcome him

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back into her. When he's all the way
in, he waits for the woman's body to
launch him again to his peak. All very
subtle. A woman's body recognizes it
almost immediately and when done
together ... the dance."

"You put a lot of thought into this," I

said earnestly.

"The dance. And there's one more

thing," she said with a finger to her
chin like she was remembering

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something important.

"Of course there is."

"The man puts just enough weight on

the woman and has a certain tip of his
hips forward and up with each thrust.
You know it when you see it."

"Very instructive, if I were screening

future lovers," I said. Marie gave me a
side look over her sunglasses.

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"A guy like like will satisfy any
woman. Any woman."

"Thanks, Marie. You got it?"

"You're not going to tell me?" she

asked as she handed me a small
paper bag with the top folded over
twice.

"No questions asked," I said.

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I did a lot of thinking on the way
home. About what Marie had said,
and about the options that lay ahead.

The main thing I felt was relief over

Tom not being the father of Denise's
baby.

Tom was home when I got there, a

surprise.

"What are you doing home so early?" I

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asked with a smile.

"Half day today. It's my last day, so

they gave me the afternoon off. I
thought I told you."

"Maybe you did," I said. I'd been so

distracted, I wondered what else I was
forgetting. I had hoped to have the
afternoon to myself to overthink
things like I usually did. But him
being home seemed to make my
decision for me. I was going to go

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ahead with my plan.

"Tom, sit down; I have something to

say to you."

He pulled out the chair, making a soft

sliding sound across the kitchen floor,
sat down and leaned forward on the
table, waiting.

Waiting for me, who wasn't so sure as

I had been a minute before. I took a
deep breath, and instead of saying

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anything, reached into my purse and
plunked it down on the tabletop.

Tom looked at it and smiled, then

looked at me.

"It" was an AFC container. Marie had

given it to me during lunch.
Employees at AFC had an "of the
books" option for "special cases." The
details and complexities of how it
dealt with insurance and anonymity
and the government made my eyes

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glaze over every time Marie talked
about it.

Bottom line, end result was that there

was a way to utilize the clinic without
Stan learning about it.

Tom picked up the container and

looked at it.

"This means ...?"

"I thought over what you said. I

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thought it over a lot. And, given the
option of never having another baby,
or having someone else's baby, or
having YOUR baby—I chose this. Like
you said, we love each other, and
that's how a baby should be
conceived—between two people who
share love."

"I'm so glad, Mom. This makes me so

happy." He reached his hand out and
I took it. We sat there, touching ...
connected for a moment.

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"Of course I had a struggle about the
concept of becoming impregnated by
my own son, but I guess all that has
gone on in the last few days has
dulled my previous sense of black and
white in that area and made it all kind
of gray and cloudy."

Tom appeared thoughtful as he looked

intently at the container again.

"Mom, I'm thinking I can't do this

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alone."

I smiled. I kind of anticipated this. I

thought back to the problem he had
with his first "donation" with Denise.

"Do you need my 'help?'" My help

would be taking that big cock of his in
my hand and masturbating him until
he gushed his seed into that
container. I was going to jerk my son
off, just like that damned Denise did.
She wasn't going to one up me!

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A perverse thrill went through me as I
thought of the illicit act I would
perform while cloaking myself in the
guise of doing what was necessary.

"Yeah, Mom, I need your help. You

want to have a baby together, right?"

"Tom, this is what this is all about.

Definitely yes. I've made my decision."

"And we love each other, right?"

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"That's what makes it easier and right
in my mind. You know that."

"So, Mom, why do we even need this?"

He held up the cup.

"Your Aunt has a way so that I—"

"That's not what I mean. Mom, we

don't need to go through that
procedure all impersonal and clinical
and cold. That's not how I want it to

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happen. Don't you see?"

"Tom, you're not making sense. This

was your idea. Are you having second
thoughts?"

"The only second thoughts I'm having

are about this!" He again held the cup
up.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying ... I want to make love to

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you."

"What?" I couldn't believe what i had

just heard.

"I want to make love to you, Mom. I

want us to make a baby. But, in the
real way, the natural way, like a man
and a woman make a baby. Not like
scientists make a baby. That
shouldn't be how our child is created.
It should be out of an act of love."

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"Are you even listening to yourself.
You want to have sex ... sex with your
own mother? That's insane. That's
illegal. That's INCEST!"

"That's also an act of love, Mom.

That's also the only way you're going
to have another baby."

"We love each other like a mother and

a son do, Tom."

"We love each other more than that.

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Admit it. Our bodies know each other
in a different way too. We've proved
that."

"I didn't know it was you in that video,

Tom. I was responding in a whole
different way because of my
ignorance."

"And when we were together

yesterday? I got horny because of you,
Mom. And I could feel you got horny
because of me. That's our bodies

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telling us to make love. And that's
what we have to do to make a baby.
We have to make love. We have to."

I picked up the cup. "Please, Tom!

Please use this. We'll have a baby
together to love. We'll know it's ours.
Please."

"Mom, you saw how much I can cum,

you saw it sitting there in that thing. I
don't want it to be like that for you."

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My mind raced back to that flood of
sperm that gushed from my son. All
that baby-making power resided
within him, and all he had to do was
get it into that damned cup.

"Tom, all that's standing in the way of

what I want most in this world at this
minute is your stubbornness. The
answer is NO! Absolutely, positively
NO!"

"Look who's being stubborn. You

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won't even think about how this is
better and has a better chance of
getting you pregnant. Just think if all
the cum I have in me got way deep
inside you. That would have a lot
better chance, the natural way."

I didn't know if that was true or not,

but there certainly would be a lot
more sperm inside me than the
artificial way. Ewww! It hit me:
artificial insemination. It suddenly
sounded "artificial" as opposed to real.

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Did I want a baby to start off its life
artificially?

I was getting confused.

Another thing Tom brought up: horny.

I hadn't until that moment really
identified my jumbled feelings as
being sexually excited by my son. But,
he was right. Even my naughty
thoughts about how right it would
be—how necessary—to jerk him off if
the need arose, had been cloaked in

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righteousness. I now saw that I had a
hunger to touch that cock and feel the
power I had to make it cum.

It made me sad to think I was so

weak.

"Tom, what we did before together was

wrong. I see that now. That video
seduced me into feeling things I never
should have felt and having thoughts I
never should have had. I can see how
wrong it all was. Let's just forget the

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whole thing." I got up from the table.

Tom got up too, and grabbed my wrist

to turn me toward him.

"Mom, don't give up on this. I'm

leaving for college and you'll be alone.
Alone with Dad. I know he doesn't
treat you right. It's not that he doesn't
care. It's that he forgot how to treat
you like a woman."

"That's none of your business," I said.

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"But it IS my business now. Because
I'm the one who wants to treat you
like a woman. I'm the one who sees
you need that."

"You're just a boy, Tom. What do you

really know of a woman's needs?
Really?"

"I know a lot more than you think. I

know that you need to cum. I know
you're frustrated. You're always

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complaining to Aunt Marie you
haven't cum in years. So it's not just
my imagination.

"Stop it," I said, embarrassed by the

truth of it. Embarrassed that my own
son knew the truth of it.

"I know two things, Mom. I knew I can

get you pregnant. I know if I cum
inside you tonight I'll get you
pregnant."

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The shocked look on my face made
him continue: "You don't think I know
what that circle in red pen means
every month on the calendar? You
don't think I figured out over the years
that that's the day you hoped you
could get pregnant? Tonight's that
night. You gonna pass that up
tonight? Dad's away. It's the perfect
chance for us. Perfect."

"And you bring up your father. Don't

you have any respect for him? I'm his

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wife you know. I took a vow to be
faithful. He's the only man I have ever
slept with in my whole life, and it's
going to stay like that. Period."

"Did you take a vow not to never have

any more kids? Did you take a vow of
celibacy like a nun?"

I could only keep silent and look

away.

"Admit it, Mom, if we did it tonight—if

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we made love—you would get
pregnant. Admit it, even if you can't
admit it to me, be honest with
yourself."

I shook my head "no" but my mind

was racing back to all that sperm and
semen. I couldn't help but think what
it would do inside me. I had to come
to just one conclusion: I would get
pregnant, pregnant with my son's
baby.

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"And another thing I know," he said.

"I want to end this discussion right

now," I countered and turned to leave.
But he quickly ran in front of me and
put his face only inches from mine."

"The other thing I know is that I can

make you cum, Mom, and cum hard,
just like you need."

"Shut up! Shut up! I won't allow you

to talk to me like this!"

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"I can make you pregnant, and I can
make you cum. Tonight. You have to
realize that. Realize you'll regret it if
we don't."

My mind was agonizing. "What do you

even know about a woman, especially
a woman my age. You're all talk and
know nothing of the repercussions of
your actions. So, shut up!"

He held his hands up in a symbol of

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surrender. "Okay, Mom. You win. But,
I know lots more than you think. Tell
me if I'm wrong about anything I said.
Other than that, you win. I'll be in
college, and you can be here alone
with Dad. Maybe you'll look back on
today and figure you should have
done things differently."

He turned and left the kitchen, leaving

me angry, confused, and ... aroused.

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"Hi, Mrs. Donne."

I was surprised to see Greg Kennis at

the front door. Greg was a teammate
of Tom's.

"Greg, come in. Tom's in his room."

"Just here to pick him up. We're going

to the end-of-the-Summer party at the
Coach's house."

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"Funny," I said. "He didn't tell me
anything about it."

"Yeah, I'm surprised too. He had

cancelled out earlier and told me he
had something important to do at
home. But then he called a little while
ago and said he could go again."

I knew what the important thing Tom

had planned: get his mother in bed
and have sex with her.

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"Tom," I called out, "Greg is here."

Tom lumbered somberly towards the

front door a few seconds later. He had
jeans and his football jersey on.

"Greg," he said, "I'll be right out to the

car." Greg said "Sure" and left.

I half expected another impassioned

plea from my son, but all he did was
hold up a computer thumb drive. It
said 8 GB on it.

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"There's a video on this. You should
watch it."

He tried to give it to me, but I wouldn't

take it. "I'm through watching
anything from you," I said.

He said, "Fine," and threw it on the

table in the foyer. Then he left,
slamming the door behind him.

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I was proud of myself. It took a full
two hours before I sat down at the
computer and pushed the thumb
drive into USB slot. It had one file
with the name "March13.mov" printed
under it.

I double clicked it. There was only

blackness, but there was audio. The
audio was of a very angry man talking
fast and hoarsely:

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"You bitch! You think you could get
away with that shit? You think you
can make a fool outta me? And you ...
you little bastard! Behind my back!
Behind my back you thought you'd
get away with that? Well, fuck you
both!"

Suddenly, the blackness gave way

when a hand appeared to peel away a
lens cap off a camera pointing at a
wall.

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"I already called. You know I already
called, doncha? I told them to get rid
of that fuckin' thing. Behind my back!
Behind my back you two thought
you'd do that to me and laugh at me
the rest of my life. Not to me, not to
me, Wayne Braket."

Oh my God. The coach was laying in

to somebody. Tom had told me what a
temper he had with the players, but
this was scary.

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The camera moved and instead of the
wall, it swung around. It was
obviously taking place in a bedroom.
It swung until Denise came into the
shot. She looked very frightened.

"Let him go, Wayne. It was my idea."

"Your idea? And he didn't care what

happened? Get over here, you piece of
shit! Stand near your girlfriend, you
bastard."

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Tom walked slowly into the picture.
My heart nearly stopped. My poor son!

"Coach, I—"

"Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to

hear another word from you. You
thought you were a big shot getting a
handjob from my wife, didn't you?"

I stopped breathing. He had found out

about the AFC container. And by the
sounds of it, he must have seen the

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video. How could they let that
happen? Something so dangerous.

"Wayne, I take full responsibility for—"

"You shut up too. How about you take

responsibility when I show that video
to the school board or the police or
your pastor or anyone who might
think it's not right to jerk off one of
your students? Would you want to
take responsibility then?"

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"Wayne, you wouldn't ..."

"Oh, but I would, and I will," he said.

"Coach, don't. I'll do anything. Just

don't do that to Miss Locke. It's my
fault. It's my fault!"

"Miss Locke! That what you said when

you came ... when SHE made you
cum. Your sixth grade teacher! Tell
me you never jerked off thinking
about her before."

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Tom dropped his head and said
nothing. He looked guilty and
certainly didn't say no.

"And YOU! I bet you wanted to jerk

him off!"

"Wayne! Stop it! I did what I thought

had to be done because we couldn't
have a child. That's it. Period. I knew
you wouldn't go along with it, so I did
it. It's done. I was wrong. Please

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forgive me. Please forgive us! It was a
bad idea."

"You're a couple of masterminds,

scheming behind the dumb jock's
back. Behind my back. Well you know
what. I'm gonna film all this so it's not
behind me back ever again and I can
watch it all. Over and over."

"Coach ... please. Don't ruin Miss

Locke's reputation. She's your wife."

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"And what do you think your
reputation will be like when everyone
finds out about you and a woman
twice you age? And your teacher?
Everyone will laugh at you the rest of
your life. Every time you walk in the
room everybody will wink and tell the
story of how you made a video of your
teacher and you and it got leaked
'accidentally.'"

Both Tom and Denise were visibly

shaking and fidgeting. I can only

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imagine the terror they were going
through.

"Coach, don't do it. Please. My family

..."

"Yeah, what will your Dad think when

he finds out. What do you think the
people he works with will say to him?"

"What do you want us to do, Wayne?

Beg? We said we're sorry."

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"What you're going to do is do exactly
what I say. If you don't that video goes
out. If you hesitate, the video goes
out. Do you understand?"

They both nodded, then Denise

started to say something and Wayne
went nuts again:

"And no more fuckin' talking. I don't

want to hear your excuses and you
lame reasons and your whimpering.
Nothing. I do the talking, you do the

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listening, and you do exactly what I
tell you to do. Understand?"

They looked completely cowed by this

point. I was filled with a mixture of
rage and fright. I was frightened at
what would happen next to my poor
boy. I wanted to stop the video, but
couldn't bear to. I didn't want to have
to endure another horrible moment of
it, but couldn't not know what
happened.

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They both nodded meekly.

"All right. You ... take your clothes

off."

"What?" Tom gasped. "No!"

"I hear 'no' again and I drop this

camera, leave the room, and that
video starts appearing where you least
want it to go. And guess what will
happen by tomorrow? Now strip!"

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Tom pulled his shirt over his head,
kicked off his shoes and pulled off his
socks, then hesitated with the button
of his jeans.

"Keep going."

He dropped his jeans to the floor,

kicked them aside and stood there in
his white briefs.

"Lose them, Tommy boy. After all, she

seen it all before, haven't you Miss

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Locke?"

Denise dropped her head and closed

her eyes. Tom skinned his shorts onto
the floor and stood before them and
the camera completely naked.

"There, you've humiliated him,

humiliated us," Denise said. "That's
enough. Please, that's enough."

"If you didn't understand what 'shut

up' means, it means don't talk, you

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cheatin' bitch. Make another guy
cum? Behind my back. So that's what
you wanted to do? Get knocked up by
another guy. Isn't that great! Now
shut the fuck up!"

Tom had his hands in front of his

crotch, hiding himself.

"Move your hands," Coach

commanded. "That dick ain't lookin'
so big now, is it?"

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He walked forward, getting closer to
them both.

"Now it doesn't seem fair that he's

having all the fun being nice and free
and cool without any clothes on. She's
seen you naked, Tom. It's definitely
not fair you haven't seen your teacher
naked. Don't you think?"

"Wayne ... nooo! You can't be serious.

Please no."

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"Okay. You're right. I won't make you
take your clothes off."

"Thank God!" Denise sobbed.

"I'm going to make HIM take them off

you. Strip her down, kid!"

"I ... can't. I can't," Tom pleaded. I

knew that voice. He was an inch away
from tears.

"My wife certainly kicked her heels up

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by jerking you off. Why don't you get
the kid warmed up by kicking off
those heels, Darling."

Denise obediently stepped out of her

shoes.

"Her dress has a zipper all the way

from her neck to the top of her butt. If
you don't pull that down before I
count to three, that video goes. One—"

"I'll do it," Dense said. "Don't make

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him." She reached up behind her
neck.

"I said for him to do it. You're not

fucking listening again."

Denise looked at Tom and nodded to

him. He stepped behind her and
fumbled for a moment then you could
hear an audible "zzzzzzzzz" as he bent
as he pulled.

"Now just slip that over her shoulders

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and let it fall to the floor."

He did and his teacher was left with

only a matching blue lace bra and
panties.

Denise still had a dynamite body like

she had when she played sports. She
was about 2 inches shorter than I was
and with a leaner, less curvy build. All
fabulously toned and proportioned.

"While you're back there, you might as

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well unhook her bra while you can
use your eyes to help."

They both looked at the Coach with a

hope of mercy that wasn't going to
come.

Tom reached up and the bra came

loose.

"Slide those straps over her shoulders

and pull it off her arms."

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Tom did. The Coach was training
them both to comply now without the
protests and hesitations. Was it
"trained" or had he broken their
spirits?

Denise's breasts came into sight. They

were beautiful and perky. Smaller
than mine, maybe a 36B. They were
topped by nipples darker and more
pronounced than mine.

"Come out front, Tom where you can

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see what you uncovered."

He did. And he looked. He stared.

"Those nipples can get very hard,

Tom. You wouldn't know it right now
because they're so relaxed. I think
they should be hard. Tom, suck her
tits. Such each one until the nipple
gets hard in your mouth.

"Nooo!" Denise gasped. "Please don't

make him."

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"I won't do that," Tom said. "I don't
care what happens!"

"I respect that , Tom. You always had

a lot of courage. I admire that. I'll
admire that tomorrow when you can
think back to how you screwed up
both your lives. If you don't do it for
yourself, think of your precious Miss
Locke."

Tom looked at Denise and asked her,

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"Will he really do what he says?" She
nodded an emphatic "yes."

"I can't do that to you. Your my

teacher," he half whispered.

"Help him, Denise. NOW!"

"Tom," she said. "Do what he says."

She got closer and put her right hand
behind Tom's head and applied a
slight force. He looked wide-eyed at
her and she nodded another "yes."

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He yielded to the pressure and Denise
guided my son's mouth to her right
breast. Her nipple disappeared into
his mouth and you could see he was
gently sucking.

Denise guided him to her other breast

where he repeated the procedure.

Tom stood back and looked at his

handiwork: Denise's nipples had
dramatically puckered, leaving them

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darker and protruding from her
breasts by almost a half inch.

"See," Coach said. "What did I tell you!

Now ... hmmm? What's left? Oh,
yeah—the panties!"

Denise's hand reflexively went to the

tops of her underwear, as if they could
be held in place.

"Hands away, Denise. Pull them

down, kid."

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Denise took her hands away and put
one of them over her eyes as she hung
her head.

When Tom didn't move, the Coach

yelled: "NOW!"

It echoed and made them both jump.

Tom lurched forward, stuck his
thumbs in the elastic waistband and
pulled the panties free and to the
floor. Dense kicked them aside.

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Dense was now as naked as my son.
She also had a killer butt, but unlike
me who had a full blonde bush,
Denise was completely shaved.

"Haven't you done enough?" she

whispered. You've made your point.
you've humiliated us both—in front of
each other. You've shamed us."

"So tell me again why you did it in the

first place. Let me hear that again."

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"I've told you a million times. It was a
bad plan. I thought I'd substitute
Tom's sperm for yours because he
looks like you. Then you'd have a
child and never know the difference. I
thought you'd be so happy. You
wanted a child as much as I did. It
was a bad plan. I said that." She
started to sob.

"You did it behind my back. You

snuck around and did it behind my

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back. It was wrong to do that."

"It was wrong, it was wrong, it was

wrong. I can't say it enough. It was a
bad plan, Wayne. Let us get dressed."

"You see. You and I disagree on one

thing. It was wrong to go behind my
back. But the plan. It wasn't a bad
plan. It was just done behind my
back. The new plan takes care of all
that."

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"New plan?" she said with her face
showing her confusion.

The camera moved forward until it

was right next to Tom. "Your
boyfriend, right here, right now is
going to fuck a baby into you! Just
like your old plan—except for the
fucking part."

"You CAN'T be serious!" she said. I

don't know if her face showed shock
or horror, but it wasn't pretty.

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"Oh, I'm serious. How does that
sound, Tommy. You're gonna get to
fuck your teacher."

"I won't do it," Tom said.

"Oh, you'll do it. You just have to get

in the mood. Then you'll want to do
it."

He gestured to Denise. You know how

to get him in the mood. You did it

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once in that video. You got him nice
and hard. Now you're going to do it
again. So help me ..."

The implied threat made Denise

submit and reach out to Tom. "Please,
Thomas, forgive me. Please." She had
always called him by his full first
name when he was her student.

Denise's fingers wrapped around

Tom's flaccid penis and made vague
tugging motions.

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Nothing happened. It reminded me of
my own efforts with Stan for years. A
minute went by and still nothing.

"Nothing kid? It happens, believe me.

But, there's a cure for that. Put your
hands on her shoulders."

Tom looked at him and said, "What?"

"Like I said, put your hands on the

top of her shoulders."

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Tom complied and looked at his
coach.

"Now, just push her down to her

knees."

Denise said, "Nooo! Nooo! Not that."

"THAT is just the start. Do it. Do it

NOW!"

Again the word "now" rang through

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the bedroom. Denise sunk to her
knees in front of my son, her face
mere inches from his crotch.

"You know what to do now, don't you,

you bitch!"

Denise again took Tom's penis in her

hand and manipulated it without
effect. Tom was experiencing his own
"performance anxiety" and an
intensified form because of performing
in front of an audience and a camera.

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"Now," Coach said, this time almost
sweetly.

Denise pointed Tom's cock toward

her, opened her mouth and engulfed
the whole thing. The whole flaccid
thing. But she didn't have the whole
cock in her mouth for long. The shaft
started to emerge almost immediately
as it lengthened and hardened. Tom's
teacher's mouth had performed some
magical sexual spell on him, making

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him able to forget all his anxieties.

Within a minute, Tom's cock was at

its full length and strength. Denise
released the head from her mouth and
looked at it.

"Wow! That's some rod you carry

there, Tommy boy! Who knew?" The
Coach actually looked impressed. And
he should have been. Tom's cock was
amazing. I had only seen it in that
brief video. Seeing it at a different

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angle in a different context make it all
the more amazing.

Even Denise's eyes showed something

other than the shame and sadness
that had filled them for almost the
whole video so far. They were glued on
the massive instrument in front of
her. Without any coaching, she stuck
her tongue out and captured some of
the precum dripping from the tip. She
pulled it back into her mouth and her
throat moved as she swallowed.

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"How's that going to feel, Darling?"
Coached laughed.

Denise murmured something.

"What's that?"

"It's too big. That's what I said. It's too

big for me. I couldn't take that."

"We'll see, won't we." The camera

came close to the bed. A hand, the

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Coach's hand reached out and ripped
the bedspread, blanket and sheet off
in one violent motion, sending
decorative pillows and a few stuffed
animals flying. This left only the
bottom sheet and the two pillows on
the bed.

The hand grabbed Denise's arm and

pulled her roughly to the bed. "Get on
there and lie down."

She meekly did and lay back with her

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head on a pillow. Her knees were bent
and together; her feet were flat on the
bed.

"Spread you legs."

"Wayne, we have to stop this, we—"

"Kid, you're gonna eat some pussy!"

"NOOO!" Denise yelled.

"Spread your legs! You'll want some

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spit down there in that Sahara Desert
you call a cunt. Or do you want to
take that thing dry? Now spread 'em!"

Denise draped her forearm over her

eyes and then slowly moved her feet
until her thighs were widely parted.
Her vagina clearly showed.

"Now, kid, get in there. You know how

to eat pussy, don't you? You just lick
from her asshole to her clit until you
get her nice and wet. Her clit is that

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useless hard button at the top of her
vagina. In all women it's the thing that
made them excited. In all women but
her. On her it's useless. You see, on
her it's broken because she doesn't
cum. Never cums."

"WAYNE!" she yelled. Somehow, even

though she was splayed open, naked
on the bed, his words were even more
shameful to her.

Get in there and lube her up, Tommy

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boy.

Tom climbed on the bed, looked at the

camera, and then softly said, "Miss
Locke," while looking at her hidden
face. He was looking for something
from her, some sign as to what to do
next.

She reached to him with her free

hand, he took it and you could see her
squeeze it then let go. There was some
sort of signal of resignation in it. Tom

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interpreted it and he bent forward,
and my son put his face between
Denise's legs.

His head moved in slow motions up

and down. The camera shifted
position a few times to get closeups
and different angles. You could see
Tom's tongue snaking up and down
her vaginal slit.

Denise remained motionless.

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"Suck her clit," Coached instructed.

Tom did. Denise never moved. I wasn't

moving either. I sat in frozen silence
as I realized my son was performing
cunnilingus on his sixth grade
teacher!

"Okay. Enough. Now the main event,"

Coach said.

Denise's arm flew away from her face.

"Wayne. I'm begging you. Don't do

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this. He's only a boy! Don't make him
do this!"

"He's older now than when you jerked

him off. Wasn't he a boy then too?"

Denise was speechless and and a

broken woman without any more fight
in her.

"Get up there and do what comes

naturally, Tommy boy. Your teacher
taught you lots of lessons, now you're

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gonna teach her one. A big one!" He
laughed.

Tom crawled up between her legs and

again whispered, "Miss Locke."

She said, "Please Thomas, be gentle.

Please don't hurt me. Just go easy. Go
slow."

Coach shifted his position to the foot

of the bed, getting a rear shot of my
son's muscular buttocks as he got his

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hard cock close to Denise's vaginal
opening.

He zoomed in and said, "Aim that

thing for him, Denise."

Her hand reached and grasped Tom's

penis. She gently brushed the head of
it up and down her vaginal slit, a total
of four times, coating it in the
moisture there. Then she fitted it to
that hole that awaited him.

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"Gentle, please ... gently," she
whispered.

Tom was slow and gentle. He nudged

forward and then retreated. Denise
had let out an "Aarr!"

Tom repeated and went further in.

"It's too big!" Denise said.

"You'll get used to it!" Coached

laughed, taking pleasure in her
discomfort.

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Tom fed more and more of himself
into Denise. She closed her eyes
tightly and gritted her teeth. When he
was about halfway in, she put a hand
to his chest and pleaded, "Stop! Please
stop for just a second. Let me get used
to it!"

Her breath was coming in gasps and

she tried to control it and take deeper
breaths to dispel the pain. She took
her hand away and said, "Okay.'

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Tom, pulled all the way out, and on
his next thrust, slowly, inexorably
plunged his full 18-year-old length
into her 37-year-old vagina.

She let out a long breathy

"Nnnnaaaaaaaa!" as it made its full
descent.

"Hard part's over, Tommy boy. Now

just get it done. Bang away!"

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But, Tom didn't bang away. He used
constant, but measured movements.
Was he consciously trying to be gentle
still, or was there something else,
something intuitive that was guiding
him?

He thrust in and there was a beat, a

pause. And that was mirrored when
he pulled out. Again and again he
repeated, and when he was inside her
deepest, he gave a little tuck to his
hips, further forcing himself in.

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A minute went by, and then another.
Denise had remained motionless ...
and silent.

Then, her head started to turn all the

way to the left, and then all the way to
the right. Her breathing began to
burst out in little "huffs."

Tom kept his same rhythm, constant

and enduring.

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A loud "Ohh!" escaped Denise. Then
just breathing for about thirty
seconds. Then another "Ohhh!" This
happened about four more times.

Tom had himself propped up on his

elbows, keeping most of his weight off
her. Denise's hands went from her
sides to across Tom's back and pulled
him closer. Her eyes were open now
and looking at his face.

The camera had been alternating from

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the foot of the bed to the side where it
could catch their faces. It went back
to the foot of the bed just as Denise
shifted her legs. She lifted them and
entwined them over my son's butt.
She locked her heals together.

This gave a clear shot of my son's

thick penis stretching her vagina as it
plunged in and out of it. It also
showed her anus clenching with the
effort.

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"Aahh! Aahh! Aahh!" came from her
mouth now in a steady stream. She
called out "THOMAS!" once. Then
went silent for another minute while
she closed her eyes.

Her hips were neatly in motion now,

timing herself with my son's efforts.
"YES!" she blurted. Then she bit her
lip and grimaced for another thirty
seconds of Tom's relentless onslaught.

Then twice "THOMAS! THOMAS!" but

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this wasn't followed by silence. It
preceded her body writhing and
bucking beneath Tom and she
screamed:

"YES! YEESS! OH GOD! I'M

CUMMING! AAAAHHHHH! I'M
CUMMING!"

The thrashing continued and any

coherent words were replaced by
moans and squeaks and shrieks of
pleasure.

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This brought a response from my son.
He finally broke his rhythm and
thrust deeply and held himself there.
The camera had shifted to his face
and his clenched teeth and squeezed-
shut eyes made it look like he was in
extreme pain. But, it was the pain of
his own pleasure. He let out one word
"MISS ...!" and never got her last
name shouted. It was replaced by a
loud "OOOHHHHH!"

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Tom was ejaculating into Denise,
filling her with his sperm.

It dawned on me that I had just

witnessed the moment of her
conception. The conception of my
son's child. The conception of my
grandchild.

Tom collapsed on top of her. She

stroked his hair and whispered
"Thomas" as her breath returned to
normal She closed her eyes.

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The camera panned down and you
could see a tiny penis with big hand
masturbating it. The Coach was
jerking off. He got close to Denise's
face just as he gave a few grunts. Her
eyes flew open as three drops of clear
liquid dribbled from the tip of his cock
onto her cheek.

Denise looked disgusted as she said,

"So this is the only way you can get
hard? To see someone fuck your wife?

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To see someone make her cum. See,
Wayne, I can cum, but it takes a big
cock and a man who knows how to
use it. You're pathetic. I hope you
learned something about how to
satisfy a woman."

Tom had jumped up off her when she

began shouting at him.

That was the end of the video.

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I was on my third glass of wine. I
needed it to calm myself down after
watching that awful video.

"Tom ... Denise ... I can't believe it!" I

said into the air.

I watched it again, for the fourth time.

Each time I promised myself it would
be the last. Each time I wished it
wasn't what I had witnessed the time
before, that it wouldn't be as brutal

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and shameful. But it always was.

My poor son had been forced to have

sex with his teacher, his Coach's wife.
On their own bed. And he recorded it.

I didn't know what to do. Confront

them? Tell Stan? Go to the police?

I took another sip, then another. I

watched the video again, but not the
whole thing this time. And, I turned
off the audio. I didn't want to hear the

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cruel commands or the pleading.

What I watched this time were the

sexual highlights. The audio was my
own observations, my own comments
that I made out loud to the screen
images as I skimmed though the file.

The wine was loosening my tongue

and loosening something else: my
reactions to seeing my own son
involved in carnal acts.

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"He's taking her panties off!" I said
and sipped. I wondered how it felt to
stand there and be stripped naked by
a naked boy.

"Now her nipples are hard. Look at

how they stick out!" What did Tom's
mouth do when he clamped it on? Did
he use his tongue to swirl around and
tease at it? My hand brushed against
my satin pajama top and felt my own
naked nipple harden below it.

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"She's on her knees in front of him. So
close to his cock. What does he taste
like, Denise. All that precum must be
good or you wouldn't have licked it up
on your own. You got him hard, didn't
you, bitch!" The room didn't respond
back to my evaluation.

I poured another glass of wine.

"Tom, how can you stand to eat that

naked pussy. Pussy hair is good. It
gives your vagina character!" My hand

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slid across my pajama crotch lightly,
feeling the mass of curly tangles
pushing against the fabric. "Does it
taste good or are you ready to puke
from the stench of that skank?"

"Look at his cock. Look at the size of

the head of that thing. So beautiful.
She has her hand around it. She
knows now it's going inside her soon.
Are you afraid, Denise, or are you
lusting for it?"

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Another small sip. I had to slow down.
I felt great; I felt free. All the anger
and fears had been swapped for a
focused attention on what was going
on right in front of my eyes. All
focused on what my son was doing to
this lucky woman.

"Yeah, drag that cock along your

pussy. You better get it all nice and
wet! Oh my God! She's putting the
head of it right at the entrance of her
vagina. It's so big it's hiding the hole.

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What would that look like knocking at
the door of MY pussy? It would be all
covered by blonde pubic hair. Just
sitting there ready to push in."

Denise was wincing as Tom pushed. "I

don't blame you, I would make a face
too. Look how thick that thing is. Look
how it's stretching you wide! My pussy
hasn't been used in so long it would
hurt me too. It would stretch me to
the limit. And the length! It would fill
me! That would reach all the way to

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my cervix. Right at the opening of my
womb."

I said into my glass just before the

rich, dark liquid touched my lips:
"He's fucking her! My boy is fucking
her!"

I watched at his strokes, and

something suddenly struck me.
Marie's words all came back in a
flood: patience ... pause ... rhythm ...
harmony ... dance! And there was that

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tip of his hips—forward and up.
According to Marie's formula, my son
had "it" that elusively heretofore
indefinable "it.".

Hypnotically, I said, "A man with IT

can satisfy any woman. ANY woman!
ANY WOMAN!" My hips twitched and I
gave a small shudder.

I turned the audio on for this part:

"OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!"

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"You did it Tom. You made her cum. I
bet she didn't know she could cum
like that. But you did it."

Now I was looking at Tom's face. "Now

it's your turn Tom. You gave her
pleasure. She owes it to you. She owes
it to you to squeeze her pussy until it
makes your cock let go with all you
have in those balls of yours. You're
shooting all that precious cum deep
inside her. Where it got her pregnant.
I wonder what that feels like, to have

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all your cum gushing inside?"

I took my last drink. "I deserve to have

all that cum. I deserve to get
pregnant."

I closed the laptop. I had copied the

video to a buried folder nobody would
find, and ejected the thumb drive.

"Tom was no liar today when he said

he could get me pregnant." I stopped
and thought a moment and had to

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admit, "And he was telling the
absolute truth when he said he could
make me cum ... and cum hard!"

*********************************

I had finished washing out my wine

glass and disposing of the evidence of
the wine bottle.

The front doorbell rang.

The last person I expected to see there

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was the Pope.

The second last was Denise. Yet there

she was.

And she was half carrying Tom.

"Tom! Denise what happened? Is he

hurt?" I reached forward and took
most of the burden from her. "You
shouldn't be lifting anything in ..."

"In my condition?" she laughed. "It's

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alright. He was stumbling along okay
until we hit halfway up the driveway.
That's when the liquor really hit him."

"I'll get him to his bedroom," I said.

Denise helped even against my
protests. "He's soaking wet."

"You noticed," Denise said. "That's

what happens when you jump into a
swimming pool with your clothes on.
She pulled a phone out of her pocket
and handed to to me. "At least he gave

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this to Greg before he jumped."

We put Tom on the bed, where he

completely passed out.

Denise and I walked out to the living

room. "What happened? Liquor? Tom
doesn't even drink, never has."

"And there was supposed to be no

booze at the party. Strict rules. I
talked to Greg about it and he said
Tom was really down tonight.

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Something upset him so much today
he told Greg he blew the biggest
opportunity of his life and he would
always regret it. Next thing, he found
somebody who had snuck booze in
and got totally looped. Probably
doesn't take much when you never
drink at all."

I thought about what had brought

him to that state: my refusal to go
along with his plan.

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Denise said, "I saw him go into the
pool and knew something was up. I
pulled him out and got him into the
car before Wayne could see what was
going on."

"Thank you, Denise." I looked at her

and had tons to say, and from the
look on her face, she felt the same.
But neither of us said a word for a
long moment.

It was strange to see her here, with all

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her clothes on, and not having sex
with my son. It was like a different
world than I had been watching only
an hour before.

"I should get back to the party and

begin chaperoning again."

"I want to thank you for—"

"Tess. I have something to tell you."

I could have let her say what she

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needed to say. Instead I said, "I know
everything."

"About ...?"

"The baby. Everything. I saw the

videos."

"Both of them?" she asked with a

hand on her stomach. She looked
unsteady.

I grabbed her elbow. "Come sit down."

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Then I guided her to the sofa. She sat.

"You're one up on me. I've only seen

the one with the AFC cup. Tom sent
me that and Wayne found it. That's
what ... well it caused trouble."

"The baby is Tom's?" It wasn't a

question only; it was a accusation too.
I merely wanted to hear it directly
from her.

She nodded. "Yes. Tom's the father.

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She rubbed her hand across her
tummy. I wanted to tell you today, but
didn't get the chance. Wayne didn't
think it was a good idea until it was
born. That's what we agreed with
Tom."

"That other video. Tom just shared

that with me today. Wayne, he was
horrible. That was terrible. I don't
know what to think, Denise. I don't
know what to do. And how have YOU
never seen it?"

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She took a deep breath. "Your boy.
He's got more courage than I'll ever
have. When Wayne put the camera
down, we really started arguing. While
he was distracted, Thomas picked the
memory card out of it and left before
Wayne could notice. He was livid, but
Thomas turned the tables on him and
said he would edit all the horrible
things Wayne did and said together
and put them on the internet. He beat
Wayne at his own blackmail."

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"But what you did to my boy. What
Wayne forced you two to do."

She hung her head down and tears

came to her eyes. "I can never
apologize enough for what I've done,
to you, and to Thomas. It's
unforgivable. But, I'm still going to
ask your forgiveness. Not because of
me, but because of my baby. Because
of Tom's baby."

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I shook my head, but my heart was
touched.

"I wish every hour that Thomas didn't

have to go through what Wayne put
us through. But at the same time, I
thank God every minute that it
happened and gave me a life to love
and to give birth to. Can you
understand how something wrong can
also be the best thing that ever
happened?"

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I nodded. It put a lot of things into
perspective. "Denise, I'm shocked at
all this, but happy for you. But, you
have to consider that this is my
grandchild. After what I saw of Wayne
..."

"That's the other part of the miracle.

Wayne's a different person. Since he
knew for sure he's going to be a
father, he's changed completely.
Maybe being a Coach to other father's
sons all those years, without having a

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child of his own made him sour on life
and mean. Believe me, he's kind and
attentive and can't wait to be a dad.
He's told Thomas he can visit any
time and he wants him to see our
child as much as he likes. That goes
for you too."

She stood up and held her arms out.

After a millisecond of hesitation, I
welcomed her embrace. Two old
enemies, brought together by
something greater than petty

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jealousies and angers.

"I really have to get back," she said.

"We'll talk."

I watched her walk down the drive

and get into her car. Just my old
classmate ... and my grandchild.

She was so happy being pregnant.

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"Tom!" I said and shook him. He didn't
move. "TOM!" I shook him again.
You're soaking wet. You have to get
out of those clothes!" Not even a
groan. Nothing.

I untied his sneakers and took them

off. Then I peeled the wet socks away.
Next I pulled his football jersey up one
side of his chest and then the other. I
pulled the long sleeves, tugging inch-
by-inch until his arms were free, then
tugged it over his head. I tossed it in

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the corner with the socks. I would
take the whole pile right to the washer
and have it done by the time he woke
up in the morning.

I hoped he had a massive hangover as

the prize of his misadventure. This
would teach him that you can't run
away from your problems.

That thought made me pause for a few

moments.

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Next, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid
the zipper down. Taking wet clothes
off is hard enough when you do it to
yourself. Doing it for someone else, an
unconscious someone else, is
infinitely more difficult.

I pulled and lifted his hips and pulled

and finally had his jeans around his
thighs. I tried then to pull them off
from the cuffs, but they wouldn't
move. So back to the tops and pull,
pull, pull. I was breathing hard from

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the effort once they landed in the wet
clothes pile.

All Tom had on now were his shorts. I

considered leaving them, but I could
see they were soaked and his skin
showed pink where they stuck to him.
They were much easier to get off.

My son was now totally naked on the

bed.

I picked up the pile of wet clothes with

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the full intention of heading for the
washer. But, I stood there looking at
Tom. I had been watching him naked
in the video, but seeing him here gave
me a completely different feeling. He
was my boy again here. Here in his
room, his home.

I put the clothes down. My green satin

pajamas were wet where I had hugged
his clothes next to me.

"I should cover him" I thought.

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I went to the bed, bent and kissed his
forehead. "My beautiful boy," I said.
He looked so peaceful there sleeping.
Well, passed out. Such a contrast
from the physical efforts I had been
watching.

I knelt and looked at him for a long

while. My eyes went from his face to
his muscular chest to his narrow
waist, and then to that penis. No
longer a little boy's penis.

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I had seen it in the videos, but this is
the first time I saw it in person, face-
to-face in many years. Resting there,
still shrunken from his plunge in the
water, it looked nothing like the tool
he had used to work on Denise.

My hand reached and stroked down

his thigh. I looked at Tom's face.
There was no reaction. I continued to
stroke his thigh, then moved my hand
to his abdomen. His skin felt cool and

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smooth under my touch.

"So strong," I said. My mind was

contrasting how soft and squishy Stan
felt in comparison. He had let himself
go, I guess because of his schedule at
work and his commute. He was tired
when he got home. Always too tired
for ... anything.

My hand went to Tom's chest and

glided over his hard pecs. His skin
was cool and he had little chest hair.

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He didn't have much pubic hair
either. It was a little darker than the
light brown hair of his head. My hand
went down to the pubic patch and I
let my nails comb through the curly
snarls. His face showed no reaction.

Denise had her hand on his penis.

She had the privilege of feeling my
son's manhood. That first video had
shown that. It seemed so long ago
that I had watched it. But, it wasn't
that far in the past. Back then, right

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before the video, I thought of Tom still
as a boy. Now, it was hard not to
think of him as a man. After all, he
was going to be a father.

He looked so young to be a father. My

boy.

My hand brushed over his flaccid

penis. It felt very cool. I put my palm
over it to warm it. To my surprise, I
felt a small twitch, the slightest of
movement. His face hadn't changed. I

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took my palm away and his penis
looked the same. I glided lower and
gently took his testicles in my hand. I
weighed them in my palm, giving a
little repetitive motion up and down,
as if judging their contents.

"All that sperm," I whispered. "What it

could do if ..."

I bent and kissed his stomach, then

rested my head on it, facing Tom's
crotch. My right hand came up to his

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penis again. This time I lifted it and
gave a little squeeze. It felt so soft; it
looked so small. How could this be the
same thing that had caused Denise
pain, that caused Denise's pleasure?

I kissed Tom's stomach again, then

shifted lower and kissed the top of his
pubic hair. I inhaled and got mostly a
faint chlorine smell, the residue of the
pool he had plunged into.

I kissed the tip of Tom's penis. A

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small, affectionate kiss.

Denise had been ordered to make Tom

hard. She had taken the whole thing
into her mouth. I looked a long time at
what I had in my hand. A long time
before I opened my mouth and took in
all of my boy. Just like Denise had
done.

I couldn't help but give gentle suck on

the soft and pliable roll of flesh. It felt
cool against my tongue. I sucked

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harder and felt an expansion of the
skin. It was inflating. My son's
unconscious body wasn't completely
unconscious.

Bigger and bigger it got. It wasn't long

before my mouth no longer could
contain it. The bottom of the shaft
emerged from my lips and those lips
were stretching wider and wider as
the amazing girth of it found its stride.

Finally, only the head and the first

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three inches or so would fit in my
mouth. And the chlorine taste had
been replaced by something else: a
muskiness, a salty sourness. I was
tasting my son's precum.

That's when I realized "I'm giving my

son a blowjob!" I took my mouth away
and looked at Tom's full hardon
cradled in my hand. My fingers had
no more luck encircling his cock than
Denise's had. It was just too thick.

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"How did she ever fit that inside her?"
I said.

I licked at the tip, tasting all that was

freely flowing from it. My tongue
orbited around and around before
pulling back all the nectar into my
mouth. I swallowed and parted my
lips. I took in the head of his cock and
my hand gave a slow pump to the
shaft.

Denise had jerked him off. Why

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shouldn't—

"Mom!"

Even though it wasn't loud, Tom's

voice cut through me like a cannon
shot. I jumped to my feet and looked
at him. I had been so concentrated on
his cock, it was like it was separated
from his body and I was dealing only
with that. I had stopped monitoring
whether his face had registered any
consciousness.

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It did now. Tom's face was fully awake
and looking at his mother. I had no
doubt that he had also seen his
mother sucking his cock.

Why did I do it? Those damned videos

had so altered my perceptions that it
had been easy to glide over that
mother/son line. Damned videos.

"Go back to sleep, Tom. We'll talk in

the morning."

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My naked son didn't say "Okay" and
go back to sleep like I would have
hoped in an ideal situation I was
directing. Instead he swung his legs
off the bed and stood up next to his
blowjob interruptus mother.

"You didn't have to stop, Mom."

"Tom, I ... I ... it was a mistake. I got

carried away. I've had some wine
tonight and you ..."

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"You don't have to explain. I'm glad
you did it. But we shouldn't stop." He
took me in his arms and hugged me
close. I had my hands on his chest
and pushed to free myself.

"Tom, you're drunk. Stop. Stop and

get back into bed and sleep it off."

"I'm not drunk any more, Mom. If I

were still drunk, I wouldn't know so
clearly what should happen tonight. I

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wouldn't realize that it HAS to happen
tonight. I wouldn't know that you're
ready for it to happen tonight. Mom,
let's make love."

"Let me go! You don't know what

you're saying. I was wrong to get you
excited. That's my fault. You'll feel
differently—"

"Mom, let's make love. Let's make a

baby."

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"Tom, it was wrong of me to start this.
I took advantage of you while you
were sleeping. It was even more wrong
because I saw how you were taken
advantage of on that video."

"Mom, let's make love. Let's make a

baby."

"You're not listening to me. I'm your

mother! Doesn't that mean anything
any more."

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"You're my mother and I love you
more than anyone in the whole world.
And you're a great mother who
shouldn't give up having a child in her
house every day while you're still so
young. That's why you should have
another baby. And that can happen
tonight. Right now. You know you're
ready for it to happen. Your body is
telling you it's ready. Look what you
did to me. You got MY body ready."

Tom released me and stepped back.

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He was still pumped and loaded to go.

"That's what a male does. It doesn't

matter who it is. That's nature. Like
you could do that with Denise ... Miss
Locke.

"Mom, there's a difference. With her it

was fucking. With you it will be
making love."

"Tom. I can't. I see now I can't. It's all

too confusing and frightening. All my

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emotions are jumbled."

"You should see how happy Miss

Locke is. How happy she is to be
pregnant. You watched the whole
video?"

I nodded, ashamed to admit what I

had seen.

"Then you saw how it happened. Talk

about jumbled feelings. And now she's
happy." He came close to me again

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and lifted my chin. Then he planted a
soft kiss on my lips. "You know I want
to do it, not just my body, but my
mind too."

"But, with your own mother? Isn't

that so weird to you that it turns you
off?"

"Mom, I want to make a baby, but I

also am so horny for you. You're so
beautiful. You don't know how excited
I am about getting inside you,

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cumming inside you."

"I have to think about it. I'm not

ready."

"Mom, you're ready. When you had

me in your mouth you were ready.
Admit it. Didn't you think about how I
would feel deep inside you?"

I didn't say anything, and his words

distracted me enough I didn't realize
at first he was unbuttoning my satin

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pajama top.

"Tom! Stop it!"

"I'm naked. You should be naked too."

I should have stopped him, but my

mind flashed back to him stripping
Denise. He had taken her clothes off,
now he was doing the same to his
mother.

"Tom, please ... no. We can't do this.

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We've gone too far with all the
innuendo and the teasing of the last
few days. It has to stop. I know your
intentions are good, but there's a
reason a mother and son shouldn't
have sex. There's a reason nature
forbids it."

Tom had finished with the last button

and parted my top, exposing my
breasts. I felt my face flush as his eyes
devoured me. Then he lowered his
head and sucked in my nipple. Just

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like he had done To Denise. "My God!"
I said. My nipple went as hard as a
pebble. Then the other one.

Tom slipped my top over my

shoulders and I let it slide to the floor.
He kissed my mouth and I murmured,
"Nooo ... nooo. We have to stop."

"Mom, let's make love. Let's make a

baby."

"You know I want a baby, but not like

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this. Not with my son. It's so wrong."

"Can a baby we love be wrong? Can a

baby you can't have any other way
and not have Dad get suspicious be
wrong?"

Stan. My husband. The only man I

had ever had sex with. Could I change
that? with my son? Would that be the
ultimate form of cheating, or not
cheating at all because it was "family"

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and for a good purpose—to give Stan
another child too?

While kissing me, Tom's hand had

worked itself past the waistband of my
pajama bottom. His palm read every
curve of my naked "killer butt." He
ended up by forcing the elastic over
my hips until they became loose at my
thighs. From there they fell freely to
the floor. I stepped out of them and I
was as naked as my son while he
hugged me.

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"This can't be happening," I said.

"It is, Mom. And you'll be happy it

happened. Remember the two things I
said I was sure of."

I thought back, but couldn't focus

enough to remember.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Maybe I was hoping he would have a
last second reason to back out."

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"I've never been so sure. For five
months, since that video, all I've
thought about is that I wish it had
been you and not Miss Locke. I
wished that I could have made love to
you, had you underneath me, been
deep inside YOU. That would have
been so much better. It IS going to be
so much better."

He kissed me, and something other

than my conscious mind made these
words stream out of my mouth: "Make

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love to me, Tom. Please ... make love
to your mother." I was surprised to
hear not resignation, but need in my
voice.

He took my hand and started for his

bed, but I stopped him. "Not here.
There's more room ... "

"On Dad's bed," Tom said.

Oh my God. My son was going to

actually take his dad's place, not only

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in the function of mating, but also in
location. He was going to mark his
territory ... and his woman ... as the
dominant male of the house.

I pulled down the covers when we

arrived and we stood together at the
side of the bed.

"Seeing you naked, Mom. You're so

beautiful and sexy."

"Am I ...?

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I didn't have to say anything else. Tom
knew how competitive I was. "No
comparison. Miss Locke can't begin to
compare with you in any way. I'm so
lucky. So—"

I stopped any more words with a kiss.

Actions meant more than words right
now. My action was to crawl up on the
bed and position myself on my back in
the middle of it.

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Whatever I expected Tom to do next
wasn't what he did. Instead, he
crawled to my bent knees and parted
them. Then he lowered his head and
smiled up at me.

When I had witnessed what the Coach

had ordered him to do to Denise, I
had vainly hoped someday I could
experience the same thing. Stan had
said cunnilingus "wasn't his thing" so
I never got to see if I liked it or not.

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"Tom! Are you sure. I don't like ...
shave, as I'm sure you noticed!"

My son's answer was to bury his face

in my thick golden bush and start
exploring with his tongue.

My head shot back and a gusty

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" escaped me. I decided
immediately that I did indeed like it.

Tom lightly licked me from asshole to

the entrance of my vagina. He tongued

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as deeply as he could while making
slurping sounds that told me he was
drinking up what I was gushing. He
stopped once to look at me. "You're
delicious, Mom! Juicier—by a lot!" he
said to give me the scorecard before I
even wondered about it. Then he went
back to grazing on my pubic hair.

Then he moved to my clit and I saw

stars. He sucked gently and I had to
stop him while I was still coherent.
"Now, we have to do it now," I said as I

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pulled him up to me.

I had just witnessed Tom making the

same journey up to Denise. Now, a
few hours later, it was coming true for
me, his mother. We were really going
to do this. We were really going to
make love.

As Tom knelt there between my parted

thighs, his cock looked enormous. It
was as thick as my wrist and, when
Tom was sleeping, I had grasped it

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with both hands and still the head
wasn't covered. It filled me with a
desire to possess it, but also a fear
about what it would do to my body.

"I'll be gentle, Mom." He must have

read my thoughts, or remembered
what Denise had told him.

He moved over me and I reached down

and grasped his penis. It was hot and
incredibly hard. I wagged it up, then
down, painting it with the juices I

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could feel drenching my pussy. I
repeated until it was completely
covered with lubrication.

"My son's penis is touching my pussy"

I thought. A thrill went through me at
the forbidden aspect of it.

I put the tip of his cock at ground

zero—the opening of my vagina and
braced myself.

"I love you, Mom," he said and inched

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forward.

I pictured what it would look like,

having just watched him do exactly
the same thing to Denise. Before,
when I was making my commentary, I
had fantasized about what it would
feel like. My imagination had been
inadequate.

I stretched and the head of my son's

cock made it inside me. He pulled
back and fed me a good four inches of

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himself on the second thrust.

"Oooohhh!" I breathed. "Okay ... okay

... okay!" I chanted to let Tom know he
could keep going.

He pulled back and I felt a

tremendous relief, but also a hunger
to feel even more of him. And he gave
me more of him, in fact, all of him on
the third thrust. He didn't stop the
slow forward plunge until our pubic
bones bumped and our pubic hairs

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entangled.

"I'm all the way inside you, Mom."

"All ... all the way," I echoed in a

whisper.

He waited a second, guided by my

hands on his hips, holding him still. I
released my grasp and he pulled back,
waited, and then entered me fully
once again. This time there was no
pain, but the great sense of fullness

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remained and was flavored by a
pressure I had never sensed before. It
radiated throughout my pelvis.

"Mom, you're so tight. So much

tighter."

"Deep ... deep ..." I whispered, then I

thought to add my own comparison,
"never so deep."

Tom began slow and deliberate. My

body accustomed itself to his size and

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began to attune itself to his rhythm. It
was as if I was recognizing what he
would do next and working with that
anticipation. And he was taking that
anticipation and constantly changing
it to make it new and exciting.

And at the end of every thrust, there

was that turn upwards of his hips
that made his cock hit something
indescribably deep inside me.
Something that made me want it
again ... and again.

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Patience, rhythm—we were dancing,
dancing a dance of love and
procreation. A mating dance of which
my son was somehow an expert and
who was choreographing and teaching
to the willing woman beneath him.
That woman also happened to be his
mother.

He speeded up, and I followed. The

pressure was building and my hands
raced over his back, trying to cover all

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its area at once. Then they found a
spot on either cheek of Tom's
muscular butt that gave them the best
purchase and they grabbed and
pulled.

My feet had been restless and

wandering, rubbing their soles against
the sheets. But some instinct told me
to raise my legs and entwine them
where my hands had been. I locked
my heels and wouldn't let go. I
wondered if my anus was clenching

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like Denise's had been when in the
same position.

I was making love to my son with my

whole body, and his whole body was
possessing me and dominating me in
a way that crossed the line between
mother and son and transported us to
the elemental man/woman mating
ritual.

I can't say how long we continued.

Part of me wanted it to last forever.

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Another part knew there was
something waiting on the edge of the
horizon, something I had never found
before and needed to get to.

The horizon grew closer and closer.

My abdomen started to tighten

periodically and force my hips harder
onto that cruel intrusion.

"Mmmm! "Mmmm! Mmmmm!"

growled from my tightly clenched lips.

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"Harder! Please! Harder!"

Tom stopped being delicate or gentle

with his mom. He went full out and
gave me what I asked for.

A minute of that was all I could take.

The horizon was within my grasp.

"You said ... you said you could ..." I

babbled toward Tom. "You're making
me! You're making me! That's it!
That's it!"

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Whether he heard me or understood
what I meant, I'll never know. I met
with the horizon of my desires and my
body bucked and spasmed and
squirmed and writhed beneath my
sweating son, our bodies drenching
each other. All the air in my lungs
exploded out in screams that filled
that bedroom:

"I'M CUMMING! TOM! I'M CUMMING!

MY GOD! MY GOD! I'M

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CUMMMINNGG!"

My son had made good on his

promise. He said he could make his
mother cum, and he far exceeded his
expectations. My body was being torn
apart by pleasure I never knew
existed.

I brutally banged myself against my

son as pent-up waves of searing
sexual thirst were quenched.

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Tom roared something unintelligible,
dug himself deep inside me and
yelled: "MOM! YEESS! MOM!"

He was ejaculating. My body had

brought him such sexual pleasure
that it no longer could contain itself
and had to flood his mother with that
life-giving potent seed that would look
for its counterpart in a woman. My
son's sperm was being pumped into
my body spurt after scalding spurt.

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The fruit of the sex act had been
successfully transferred.

The sound of his voice made me open

my eyes and see him looking directly
into them as he came.

This triggered one more round in me,

maybe because of the taboo nature of
having my young son trying to
impregnate me.

"AGAIN! OH FUCK!" I screamed. Then

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with lips peeled back showing my
clenched teeth I growled like an
animal: "I'M CUMMING!"

My strength left me. So did Tom's and

he came to rest his soaked body on
top of mine. The room was silent
except for our heavy breathing.

It was unbelievable. Only days before,

I had been a normal mom with a
normal son. Now I was full of my son's
sperm and it had been delivered to me

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I had sex with a boy half my age, and

that boy was my son. Lots had
changed.

And, I had learned my son was

already going to be a father.

And, because we had unprotected sex

on my most most fertile day, it was
likely I was again going to be a
mother.

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These were some of the thoughts
floating through my lust-busted, post
orgasmic mind as I lay there beneath
my son.

Tom rolled off me after a few minutes.

"Mom, that was so awesome. I hope it

was good for you too."

"I never knew it could be like that.

Never dreamed."

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"So Dad never ... "

Looks like Tom was doing the

comparison thing too. "Your Dad
never ... never could ... and never will.
Nothing could ever top that."

"If you are pregnant, yanno ... how

about Dad?"

"I have that figured out, so don't

worry. When he gets back on Monday,

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he told me he wants to set things
straight. That usually means he'll try
his best here." I patted the bed. "He
needs a few drinks to give him a
running start. I'll just make sure he
has a great big running start. He'll be
out colder than you were tonight.
Then I'll tell him the next morning
that he had done his duty. If I'm
pregnant—"

"He'll think he did it," Tom accurately

predicted.

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"That's the plan. We'll have to wait
and see. We tried our best though,
didn't we, Tom?"

"When will you know for sure? I mean

if your pregnant?"

"I should know in a few weeks."

"I'll be up at college by then. Mom, I'm

going to miss you all the more."

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"I'm going to miss you too. But, we're
both starting a whole new phase of
our lives. You're going to learn so
much. You're going to meet so many
new people—so many GIRLS!" I
laughed.

"MOM!" he yelled, also laughing. It

wasn't as loud as when he called out
minutes before. Not by a long shot.

"Just make sure I'm the only one

you're concerned about being

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pregnant, young man."

"Don't worry, Mom. You and Miss

Locke. Period."

"Or no period ... if we're lucky!" I

joked. I was actually counting the
days too until when I could be sure if
my son's cum had worked its magic
on one his mom's eggs.

We lay in each other's arms for a long

time talking and kissing, then Tom

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looked into my eyes: "You said we
tried our best before."

"Yeah. Didn't we?"

He smiled, "We didn't try our best ...

YET!"

My eyes widened. "You can't be

serious!"

He WAS serious ... twice more!

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"The food is nowhere as good as

yours, Mom," Tom said over the phone
two weeks later.

"You'll get used to it," I said. I hoped

he'd never get so used to it he forgot
how I cooked and all his favorite
dishes.

He had been at college only a week,

but he was very homesick. I was

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missing him too. Other than scout
camp, this was the longest he had
ever been away from home. It seemed
deadly quiet with just Stan and me to
inhabit a whole house.

"I'm doing pretty good so far. On some

quizzes I got a "B" in chemistry and a
"B-minus" in physics, which is pretty
hard."

"You're missing one subject, Tom," I

said.

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"No I'm not. That's all the tests I took."

"I'm talking about the test I took. You

got an 'A-plus' in biology."

"What?" he sounded so puzzled I

laughed with joy.

"Do you know what the "plus" was

for?" I was having fun stringing my
son along.

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"Err ... no."

"Tom, I took the e.p.t. test, and I'm

looking at the plastic indicator right
now. It has a big ol' blue plus sign on
it."

"Mom! You mean—"

"Tom, I'm pregnant! You made your

mother pregnant!"

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