Mom Son Breeding

They both had too much to drink that night. So, he invited her to stay in his dorm room. So, she didn’t have to go back to her hotel room.  As his roommate was out of town for a few days. She could have his bed. But once in the room, they could not keep their hands off each other. Soon he is fucking his dear mother like a man possessed. He has fucked other coed on his bed before, but none of them compared to his sexy mom. They fucked for hours to come. Going asleep in each other’s arms.

When the sun came up the next day. Rachel was sobering up, she had way too many drinks.  She was not sleeping in her hotel room as she had thought. She was in some college boy’s dorm room, with his hands wrapped around her, with his cock sill buried in her pussy. she tried to get out from his arms. But that only made him pull her closer.  She heard him say “10 more minutes.” That sound would haunt her for years to come. She knows that voice any wear. it belongs to her own son Tim. Now the memories of last night come poring back to her. Her son fucked her like a wild animal. Ravishing her body. Not only had committed adultery cheating on her husband. She also has committed incest with her own son. Tim also fucked her better than her husband has in years.

Tim was starting to wake up. When he realized he was not alone in his bed? There is some woman in his arms. With his cock buried to the root in her pussy. He can feel her moving in his arms, trying to get free. She has a familiar smell to her. His eyes shoot open wide. He is not holding some lovely coed in his arms. He is holding his gorgeous mother. Now the memories of last night came flooding back to him. He thought they were just all dreams. As he had thought of fucking her years. Now he knows his dreams have come.  He pulls her closer to him. Pushing is cock deep into her womb. “10 more minutes” He whisper to her. As he buries his face in the back of her head.

She is trying to gather her thoughts. But the over welling urge is to get fucked some more. “baby what we did last night was so wrong.”

“I know it was wrong mom, but this feels so right.” His hands grabbing her tits, pushing them into her chest, His cock pounding her pussy like a jack hammer.

“No baby, please stop.” But as his cock is going deeper. Her words change to begging. “Fuck me better than your father ever has.”

Magic words to his ears. As fucks her for hours to come. Shooting load after load of his cum, deep into her womb. Rachel nearly pass out from the strong orgasm that have been racking her body for hours. Tim finally pulls out from his mother, Turning her around in his arms. Looking deeply into her eyes.

Rachel looks deeply into her sons’ eyes seeing the love he has for her. She had been fucked before. But not like what her son did. Which such raw passion and vigor as he could muster. They both lean and kiss each other deep. As Lovers should.

“Baby that was so hot and wild, and so wrong on so many levels. But what you did to my pussy was so right. I want it to happen again.” She kisses him again.

He returns that kiss deeper. “that is good to hear mom, for I have been dreaming of fucking you for years. But if we want to fuck some more. We need to go get some food and take a tour of campus. To keep up appearances on campus. Then come back to my room later to keep to know each other more in the biblical way.” He saw the smile on his mother’s face

She bit her lips, while tilling her head back a bit. “how long is your roommate going to be gone for.”

He kisses her some more. “For the whole weekend.”

“The let’s get dressed and head out for the day. Seeing where it takes us.”

They go and eat some breakfast at the campus café, then head out for a tour of the campus. They swing by her hotel, when the tour was done picking up her things. She will be spending her weekend in her son’s dorm room now. Getting fucked all weekend long. He will show his mother the love and compassion he has ways wanted to show her. Making her moan his name. They love sleeping in each other’s arms.

When the weekend is over. She kisses her son good bye. “thank you, baby, it was a wonderful weekend. Hope we can do it some more.”

He turns her kiss. “absolutely mom, we will do this some more.” Watching his gorgeous mother leave.

When his friends saw him the next day, they asked where he disappeared to. “Just had a wonderful weekend guy.” They saw the smile on his face.

When Rachel came back home. She made sure to fuck her husband, so he would be none the wiser to what she and her son spend all weekend doing. But what Rachel didn’t know was that it was her cycle. A few months later, she was not feeling well. So, she went to see her doctor. Her Doctor told her she is pregnant. “You and your husband will be so happy.”

“Right my husband will be happy.” As she walked out of the office with a smile on her face. She damn well knows for sure. Her husband is not the father of her child. After that marathon weekend of sex with Tim.

The first one she called is Tim. “Hey baby how are classes going.”

“Good mom, why are you calling. It’s not are usual time to call.” He is wondering what is wrong with his mother.

“Are you in your dorm room sweetie.” She has fond memories of that room.

“Yeah mom why.?”

“Well you’re going to be a daddy.” He is doing the math in his head. Oh yeah, he is the father.

“Are you sure mom?”

“The doctor said so and you damn well know you’re the father of my baby. After that wild weekend in your dorm room. My puss is still sore from that pounding. I will mail you the stick as proof. You’re going to be a father.”

“I’m so happy for us mom, Can I tell dad about it. “

“No baby let him just think it’s his for now ok. Besides sides I wanted to tell you, that my company is sending to a business conference for a week near your school. Think you can take some time out of classes to fuck your dear old mother.”

“Oh yeah I will mom, but this time I get your ass as well.”

“Then it’s a date son. See you in a few weeks. By my love.”

Perhaps most striking is the impact on fertility related metrics. Sons who have daily sex with their mothers produce more semen with higher sperm counts and have higher testosterone levels. For mothers, the impact is even more amazing. Mothers who have daily sex with their sons report that their cycle is always either perfect unless stopped by pregnancy. They experience the onset of menopause 6 years later than other women. They also report less morning sickness and stronger immune systems when pregnant with their own grandchildren.

The photos were coming thick and fast now, your phone buzzing every few minutes. It was only 3:15 and your wife was desperate for you to come home and fuck her senseless. Ever since she'd gone on maternity leave it had been like this, with her being ravenous for cock. Part of you had hoped that being so heavily pregnant would have at last slowed down her sex drive, but the majority of you was glad your wife was as eager to have her body ravished in this state as you were. After all, you were the one who bred her and made her like this, it was only fair that you took care of her.

This is why we breed. This is why, for all of our flaws, and arguments, and times we drive each other crazy, we end up back together. Buried inside both of us--literally encoded into our DNA--are two separate but entirely complementary needs that only together can we truly fulfill.

Inside me is the masculine urge to spread my seed, to eagerly pin you down and empty myself inside you to the point that there is no doubt that your waiting egg will be overwhelmed. I see your fertile-but-empty body as both a challenge and affront that must be conquered: yes, to show to the world my potency, but more importantly because I cannot tolerate for one more instant the fact that a woman as smart, driven, wise, and compassionate as you is not the mother of my child.

And inside you, of course, is the feminine urge to be bred. For each month for as long as you can remember you've felt that gnawing emptiness between your legs, and as you've gotten older you now understand perfectly that the only way to quiet this literal emptiness is to fill it with a life growing inside you. You pride yourself on your strength and your independence, but deep down you also want a man--the right man--to crave you so desperately that he is desperate to choose you as the mother of his child. When the time comes you will spread your legs eagerly to welcome him into you, and you will shriek in joy as he at last gives you with the only thing that will truly fill that lifelong void you've had inside you.

For the next 9 months you will be--at last--full and complete, waking up each day of your pregnancy somehow even fuller than you were before. And if you end up as big of a house, with an enormously stretched twin bump almost as wide as you are tall, then so much the better. Growing to such a vast size is just ample proof of just how damn good you are at making babies, in case I needed any more convincing to immediately pump a second round into you as soon as you deliver our first.

You know what we as a society desperately need more of? Thick, pregnant nerdy girls. Not only do smart mothers produce smart children, and you'll know they'll be very diligent about taking care of their increasingly curvy bodies so that mother and baby are always in perfect health. And you just know that shy girl with the glasses is just going to love the opportunity to be the center of attention with such incredible knocked-up tits and ass and belly to show off.

You have a graduate degree in engineering. You've run three marathons. You're a published author.

And yet, the larger that your tits and belly grow, the more you feel like being this amazingly pregnant is your greatest achievement.