A mothers mistake 13
Chapter 13
Several weeks later Chris was on his way home from school with some bad news. He was in danger of failing one of his classes and was worried about telling his mother. While all of his grades had fallen (without his mother knowing) since they had started their affair, this was the only one that he might really fail. It could possibly jeopardize his scholarship and he knew that she would be sorely disappointed.
The news spoiled a day when he had been excited because of a gift he had purchased for his mother's birthday.
When Chris walked into the house, he was surprised to see his mother home from work and sitting at the table. He could see right away that she was upset and thought that it might be because of her coming birthday. While he didn't think of his mother as old, he knew that turning 39 was sometimes harder for people than the 40th birthday. "What's wrong Mom?" he asked.
She looked up at him, her eyes wet and red, and handed him a cylindrical device that looked like a thermometer.
"What's this?" he asked and looked at the tiny window that displayed a plus symbol. He shook his head without understanding.
"I'm pregnant," his mother stated, tears now streaming from her eyes.
Chris was stunned. They had talked about the possibility, but he hadn't given it much thought since then. He sat down heavily in a chair across the table from his mother and stared at her. "Are you sure... I mean... can these tests be wrong?"
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"Oh God. His face went pale. "I'm sorry Mom. It's all my fault."
"It might not be yours," referring to the fact that she had had sex with his father on the same day as a precaution.
He looked at him mother incredulously and said, "Yeah, right."
"It's possible." Her face showed that she didn't believe it either.
"What are we going to do?"
"I already have an appointment with a good friend of mine who is a doctor. I was going to get a prescription for the pill. Now I guess the conversation will be a little different."
"What if it is mine... I've heard that there can be problems?"
"I don't know. They have a lot of tests today. We'll have to wait and see." Tears began to fall from her eyes again and she sobbed.
Chris hurried over to her and knelt at her chair. "We'll get through this Mom."
"I know sweetie. I don't even know what I'm crying about now. I have all kinds of emotions running through me. It's probably confirms that I'm pregnant."
"It's my fault," Chris said again as tears came to his eyes.
"Chris, listen to me," Allison said, placing her hands on his cheeks and turning his face up to her. "It wasn't your fault. Besides, I'm not sure I'm crying because I'm sad."
Chris looked confused.
"I... I... guess it's the maternal instinct, but if it is a baby, especially your baby, then that's how it is and I can't... won't... change it."
The perplexed look on Chris's face deepened.
"I don't expect you to really understand, because you're not a woman. But, I have a life growing inside me and that's special. I always wanted a b*****r or s****r for you, but careers and life in general got in the way. Now I have a second chance and if the baby is yours... well, that's not so bad. Do you understand?"
"I guess. What I'm sure of is that I love you more than anything in this world. I never thought I could feel this way about any one... well, at least not my own mother. You are constantly on my mind and I feel butterflies in my stomach when I think about being with you... not just sexually, but just being around you. I'll stick with you no matter what happens."
"You don't know how wonderful that makes me feel Chris. I feel the same way about you. I almost feel like I'm like a k** again... and in love for the first time."
Chris smiled and kissed his mother gently on the lips. He drew back and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "I got this for your birthday, but I think now would be a better time to give it to you."
"Thank you sweetheart," Allison said taking the box and opening it. Inside was a gold ankle bracelet with a small heart attached. "It's beautiful. It looks expensive. Where did you get the money?"
"Here and there. I've been working after school some, mowing some lawns."
"You didn't spend the savings you had for your car did you?"
Chris hesitated.
"Chris, you shouldn't have done that."
"Open the heart," he said.
Allison used her fingernails to open the tiny heart. Inside was a miniaturized picture of Chris and her kissing. She gasped in surprise. "Where did you get that picture?"
"Remember when we were at the mall a few weeks ago."
Allison remembered. They had gone into one of those dollar photo cubicles that take six or so pictures. The two of them had made funny faces, sticking out their tongues etc., until Chris turned to her suddenly and kissed her. When they got the pictures out, she made him promise to destroy that one. Obviously he hadn't.
"Sorry Mom, I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. It was one of the happiest days of my life."
"Oh Chris," Allison said as tears welled up in her eyes again. She put the bracelet on her ankle and whispered, "I'll wear it always." Then she pressed her lips to his.
Chris wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back with passion. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he wedged his way between her legs, pushing her skirt high on her thighs.
When Allison pulled away, she was breathless and her eyes were on fire. She reached for her blouse and began to unbutton it, slowly opening it until she could slip it off her shoulders, leaving her in her bra.
Chris quickly unsnapped the hook between her breasts, freeing both orbs. "Mmmm, they already look bigger. I wonder if there is any milk in them yet." With that he lifted one and began to suck.
Allison held his head and let him suck... nurse... for a long while. If her sex lips had not been swollen and pulsing, it would have felt like he was a baby at her breasts again. She pushed him away and made him stand. With trembling hands she opened his pants and dropped them to the floor. Then she reached inside his shorts and brought out his throbbing penis. "It's my turn to nurse," she whispered as she took the head into her mouth.
With half close eyes, Chris watched his mother suck him. He had seen it a hundred times, but knew that he would never grow tired of watching her work on him with her mouth. It was even more special because he knew how much she loved to do it. As he watched, she took more and more of his shaft into her mouth until the head was at the back of her throat. He trembled as he felt the familiar squeezing of her throat muscles as he went into her to his balls. "Oh God Mom," he moaned. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to work his hips back and forth, letting her take him all the way down her throat with each thrust. She could do it without gagging now.
Finally Allison pulled away. "I would love to eat your cum, but right now, I need you inside me. Besides, since I'm already pregnant, you can cum in me." With that she stood up and turned to sit on the table. She spread her legs and opened her arms in invitation.
Chris had only cum inside her on that faithful day. He had obviously wanted to do it again, but knew, until now, that it was too dangerous. Now there was nothing stopping him. He stepped forward and placed the head of his penis at her welcoming hole.
They both moaned as Chris slipped his shaft all the way into her in one movement.
Chris paused, giving him a chance to catch his breath. He kissed his mother as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly he began to move in and out. The table began to rock and squeak under the pressure. It didn't take long for him to realize that the table wasn't going to work. He lifted his mother from the table, holding her with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Chris," his mother squealed as he lifted her from the table.
He gently went to his knees, his penis never coming out of her, and laid her on her back on the floor. "Mmmm, this is better," he said.
"Yes. Fuck me sweetie. Fuck your mother. I love you," she whispered in his ear as if someone could hear her.
"Oh God, I love you too." Chris began to pound into her now. His hips were powered by the strong emotions that were welling up in him. It was his mother, his lover, and, maybe, the mother of his c***d that he was screwing on the kitchen floor. She was the woman that had raised him, wiped his nose, breast fed him, and put him to bed at night. Now she was his... mind, body, and soul because she had a life growing inside her... a life he had created.
"Oh Chris," Allison gasped as a strong climax overtook her. She lifted her hips from the floor and squeezed her son's neck tight. Waves of pleasure washed over her. She opened her eyes for a second and saw the gold heart hanging from the bracelet on her leg as it sparked in the light of the room. Her eyes shut again as the intensity of her climax suddenly grew until she could no longer think. She floated away on waves of pleasure.
The clenching of his mother's vagina was too much for Chris. He pushed in deeply and screamed, "I'm cummmmmiiiiiiinnnnngggg." His juice shot out and into his mother's waiting receptacle in a flood. It felt like every thing he had, down to his bone marrow, was squirting out of him and into her.
Several weeks later Chris was on his way home from school with some bad news. He was in danger of failing one of his classes and was worried about telling his mother. While all of his grades had fallen (without his mother knowing) since they had started their affair, this was the only one that he might really fail. It could possibly jeopardize his scholarship and he knew that she would be sorely disappointed.
The news spoiled a day when he had been excited because of a gift he had purchased for his mother's birthday.
When Chris walked into the house, he was surprised to see his mother home from work and sitting at the table. He could see right away that she was upset and thought that it might be because of her coming birthday. While he didn't think of his mother as old, he knew that turning 39 was sometimes harder for people than the 40th birthday. "What's wrong Mom?" he asked.
She looked up at him, her eyes wet and red, and handed him a cylindrical device that looked like a thermometer.
"What's this?" he asked and looked at the tiny window that displayed a plus symbol. He shook his head without understanding.
"I'm pregnant," his mother stated, tears now streaming from her eyes.
Chris was stunned. They had talked about the possibility, but he hadn't given it much thought since then. He sat down heavily in a chair across the table from his mother and stared at her. "Are you sure... I mean... can these tests be wrong?"
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"Oh God. His face went pale. "I'm sorry Mom. It's all my fault."
"It might not be yours," referring to the fact that she had had sex with his father on the same day as a precaution.
He looked at him mother incredulously and said, "Yeah, right."
"It's possible." Her face showed that she didn't believe it either.
"What are we going to do?"
"I already have an appointment with a good friend of mine who is a doctor. I was going to get a prescription for the pill. Now I guess the conversation will be a little different."
"What if it is mine... I've heard that there can be problems?"
"I don't know. They have a lot of tests today. We'll have to wait and see." Tears began to fall from her eyes again and she sobbed.
Chris hurried over to her and knelt at her chair. "We'll get through this Mom."
"I know sweetie. I don't even know what I'm crying about now. I have all kinds of emotions running through me. It's probably confirms that I'm pregnant."
"It's my fault," Chris said again as tears came to his eyes.
"Chris, listen to me," Allison said, placing her hands on his cheeks and turning his face up to her. "It wasn't your fault. Besides, I'm not sure I'm crying because I'm sad."
Chris looked confused.
"I... I... guess it's the maternal instinct, but if it is a baby, especially your baby, then that's how it is and I can't... won't... change it."
The perplexed look on Chris's face deepened.
"I don't expect you to really understand, because you're not a woman. But, I have a life growing inside me and that's special. I always wanted a b*****r or s****r for you, but careers and life in general got in the way. Now I have a second chance and if the baby is yours... well, that's not so bad. Do you understand?"
"I guess. What I'm sure of is that I love you more than anything in this world. I never thought I could feel this way about any one... well, at least not my own mother. You are constantly on my mind and I feel butterflies in my stomach when I think about being with you... not just sexually, but just being around you. I'll stick with you no matter what happens."
"You don't know how wonderful that makes me feel Chris. I feel the same way about you. I almost feel like I'm like a k** again... and in love for the first time."
Chris smiled and kissed his mother gently on the lips. He drew back and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "I got this for your birthday, but I think now would be a better time to give it to you."
"Thank you sweetheart," Allison said taking the box and opening it. Inside was a gold ankle bracelet with a small heart attached. "It's beautiful. It looks expensive. Where did you get the money?"
"Here and there. I've been working after school some, mowing some lawns."
"You didn't spend the savings you had for your car did you?"
Chris hesitated.
"Chris, you shouldn't have done that."
"Open the heart," he said.
Allison used her fingernails to open the tiny heart. Inside was a miniaturized picture of Chris and her kissing. She gasped in surprise. "Where did you get that picture?"
"Remember when we were at the mall a few weeks ago."
Allison remembered. They had gone into one of those dollar photo cubicles that take six or so pictures. The two of them had made funny faces, sticking out their tongues etc., until Chris turned to her suddenly and kissed her. When they got the pictures out, she made him promise to destroy that one. Obviously he hadn't.
"Sorry Mom, I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. It was one of the happiest days of my life."
"Oh Chris," Allison said as tears welled up in her eyes again. She put the bracelet on her ankle and whispered, "I'll wear it always." Then she pressed her lips to his.
Chris wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back with passion. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he wedged his way between her legs, pushing her skirt high on her thighs.
When Allison pulled away, she was breathless and her eyes were on fire. She reached for her blouse and began to unbutton it, slowly opening it until she could slip it off her shoulders, leaving her in her bra.
Chris quickly unsnapped the hook between her breasts, freeing both orbs. "Mmmm, they already look bigger. I wonder if there is any milk in them yet." With that he lifted one and began to suck.
Allison held his head and let him suck... nurse... for a long while. If her sex lips had not been swollen and pulsing, it would have felt like he was a baby at her breasts again. She pushed him away and made him stand. With trembling hands she opened his pants and dropped them to the floor. Then she reached inside his shorts and brought out his throbbing penis. "It's my turn to nurse," she whispered as she took the head into her mouth.
With half close eyes, Chris watched his mother suck him. He had seen it a hundred times, but knew that he would never grow tired of watching her work on him with her mouth. It was even more special because he knew how much she loved to do it. As he watched, she took more and more of his shaft into her mouth until the head was at the back of her throat. He trembled as he felt the familiar squeezing of her throat muscles as he went into her to his balls. "Oh God Mom," he moaned. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to work his hips back and forth, letting her take him all the way down her throat with each thrust. She could do it without gagging now.
Finally Allison pulled away. "I would love to eat your cum, but right now, I need you inside me. Besides, since I'm already pregnant, you can cum in me." With that she stood up and turned to sit on the table. She spread her legs and opened her arms in invitation.
Chris had only cum inside her on that faithful day. He had obviously wanted to do it again, but knew, until now, that it was too dangerous. Now there was nothing stopping him. He stepped forward and placed the head of his penis at her welcoming hole.
They both moaned as Chris slipped his shaft all the way into her in one movement.
Chris paused, giving him a chance to catch his breath. He kissed his mother as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly he began to move in and out. The table began to rock and squeak under the pressure. It didn't take long for him to realize that the table wasn't going to work. He lifted his mother from the table, holding her with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Chris," his mother squealed as he lifted her from the table.
He gently went to his knees, his penis never coming out of her, and laid her on her back on the floor. "Mmmm, this is better," he said.
"Yes. Fuck me sweetie. Fuck your mother. I love you," she whispered in his ear as if someone could hear her.
"Oh God, I love you too." Chris began to pound into her now. His hips were powered by the strong emotions that were welling up in him. It was his mother, his lover, and, maybe, the mother of his c***d that he was screwing on the kitchen floor. She was the woman that had raised him, wiped his nose, breast fed him, and put him to bed at night. Now she was his... mind, body, and soul because she had a life growing inside her... a life he had created.
"Oh Chris," Allison gasped as a strong climax overtook her. She lifted her hips from the floor and squeezed her son's neck tight. Waves of pleasure washed over her. She opened her eyes for a second and saw the gold heart hanging from the bracelet on her leg as it sparked in the light of the room. Her eyes shut again as the intensity of her climax suddenly grew until she could no longer think. She floated away on waves of pleasure.
The clenching of his mother's vagina was too much for Chris. He pushed in deeply and screamed, "I'm cummmmmiiiiiiinnnnngggg." His juice shot out and into his mother's waiting receptacle in a flood. It felt like every thing he had, down to his bone marrow, was squirting out of him and into her.
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