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Nighttime Lover 
by Shadow Kiss (address withheld)

***

A teenage boy sneaks into his mother's room at night 
and sleeps with her. He assumes she's been fooled into 
believing he's her husband. He assumes wrong. (F/M-
teen, inc, nc?, oral)

***

Steve crept into the darkened bedroom were his mother 
slept. His entire body shook with nervousness. He 
barely managed to close the door without rattling the 
knob. Steve closed his eyes and took several deep 
breaths. He needed to be calm if he was going to pull 
this off.

Steve tiptoed over to the queen-sized bed his parents 
shared. Steve’s father wasn’t there. He was working the 
night shift at the factory and wouldn’t be home for 
four more hours. Steve’s mother, Cindy was sleeping 
with her mask on as usual. Dim light shone through the 
window curtains allowing Steve to just barely see 
Cindy.

At thirty-seven Cindy was a ravishing beauty. She had 
raven hair and ivory skin. Her 5’ 7" frame was trim and 
featured long, slender legs and generous breasts. Her 
lips were a dark, nearly red shade of pink and her eyes 
were a sparkling crystal blue. She was everything a 
teenage boy could want.

Steve had been lusting after his mother for years. Even 
before he hit puberty he had thought of his mother as 
an exceptional beauty. The moment he learned what sex 
was he began fantasizing about his mother. Steve had 
always wanted to make his dreams a reality. Tonight, he 
was finally going to get his chance.

Steve’s plan was simple. He knew his mother always wore 
her sleeping mask. If he got into bed beside her she 
probably would assume that Steve was his father. 
Steve’s hope was that he would be able to make love to 
his mother while she mistakenly believed he was his 
father.

Steve was already naked. He had taken off his clothes 
before he left his room. He slowly lifted the bedcovers 
on his father’s side and slid in next to his mother. He 
paused for a minute, listening to his mother’s steady 
breathing. This was it. This exact moment was the 
turning point. After this there would be no turning 
back.

Steve reached out and embraced his mother from behind. 
He cuddled up to her in the spoon position and waited 
for her reaction. Cindy put her hands on Steve’s arms 
and shifted around, but still seemed asleep. Steve 
pressed his face into her hair and sniffed. He could 
smell her strawberry scented shampoo. Steve became 
aroused and his penis grew erect.

Cindy was only wearing a flimsy silk nightgown. It was 
blue to match her eyes and was barely long enough to 
cover her ass. Steve reached beneath the sheets and 
caressed his mother’s leg. As he moved his hand up her 
thigh and underneath her gown, he was pleased to 
discover that her ass was bare. She wasn’t wearing 
panties!

Steve hiked up Cindy’s gown. He adjusted himself so 
that his rigid pole was between her thighs. He dry 
humped his mother while he kissed her on the neck and 
shoulders. He cupped her breasts and then began to 
nibble on her earlobe. At this point Cindy finally woke 
up. She was surprised by the sensation of man’s penis 
pumping between her thighs as well as the hands on her 
breasts and lips on her ear.

"Charlie," she said believing it was her husband. "What 
are you doing?" Cindy reached up to remove her sleep 
mask, but Steve was quick to intercept her. He gently 
pinned her hands behind her back and turned over. He 
positioned himself above her then leaned down and 
kissed her on the lips.

"Charlie, what’s gotten into you?" Cindy asked in a 
state of utter bewilderment. Steve responded by kissing 
her again. This time it was more passionate. He slipped 
his tongue inside Cindy’s mouth. She hesitated for a 
moment and then responded with her own tongue. They 
frenched for a while until Steve felt his mother relax.

Once Steve broke the kiss he released his mother’s 
hands. Cindy obediently kept them behind her back. 
Steve took hold of his mother’s nightgown and slowly 
lifted it up her body. The move force Cindy’s arms 
above her head. Steve used her nightgown to tie her 
wrists to the headboard. He kissed her once more to 
reassure her.

Steve slowly, sensually ran his hands down Cindy’s 
arms. She shivered from the sensation. Steve kept 
moving his hands down until he reached her breasts. He 
gently kneaded the grapefruit-sized mounds and tweaked 
her nipples. Cindy’s nipples stiffened and she arched 
her back. Steve continued his tactile exploration, 
moving his hands along her sides until he came to her 
hips.

Steve bent down and sniffed his mother’s moist pussy. 
The aroma was intoxicating. His hands continued down 
Cindy’s legs. When he reached her ankles he lifted them 
up and placed them on his shoulders. Steve crawled up 
the bed until his face was again above his mother’s 
twat. He placed his hands on her mound and spread her 
lips apart. He stuck out his tongue and gave her labia 
a slow lick.

Cindy’s body spasmed as a jolt of pleasure went through 
her. Charlie had never gone down on her before. He had 
always said oral sex was disgusting. A sneaking 
suspicion crept into Cindy’s mind, but she ignored it. 
The pleasure was too intense for her to allow reason to 
spoil it. She pressed her legs into her lover’s back in 
order to encourage him.

Steve took the hint. He pushed his tongue deep into his 
mother’s love-channel and swirled it around. This 
elicited a guttural moan from Cindy who began to 
spastically hump her son’s face. Steve lapped up his 
mother’s cunt-juice like it was sweet nectar. He found 
her clit and used the tip of his tongue to tease it.

That sent Cindy over the edge. Her hips bucked as she 
was wracked by orgasm. She unconsciously squeezed 
Steve’s neck between her thighs. He had to pry them 
apart to prevent her from cutting off his air supply. 
Cindy collapsed back onto the bed. She lay there 
panting as the final wave of pleasure subsided.

Steve crawled up his mother’s body. He planted a kiss 
on her lips and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Cindy 
could taste her own juices dripping down her throat. 
She squealed in acknowledgement of the kinky pleasure. 
Steve broke the kiss and propped himself up on both 
arms. He looked down at his groin.

His cock was hanging less than an inch away from his 
mother’s sweet cunt. He watched as a string of pre-cum 
leaked from his cockhead and dribbled on her bush. 
Steve almost came right then, but he managed to hold 
off. He took hold of his love-tool and guided it into 
his mother’s waiting honey-hole.

Cindy could feel her son’s cock pushing into her 
forbidden depths. She spread her legs, graciously 
accepting the rock-hard intruder. As Steve’s cock 
passed halfway up her channel, Cindy prepared for him 
to stop. To her surprise, his penis continued to 
journey down her love canal. He didn’t stop until his 
cockhead bumped into her cervix.

Cindy was overwhelmed. Her pussy was stretched beyond 
its normal limit. Charlie had never been able to 
penetrate her so completely. It was at this moment that 
she knew for certain that the man inside her was not 
her husband, and she couldn’t care less. She wrapped 
her legs around her new lover’s waist.

Steve couldn’t believe how tight his mother was. Her 
cunt was gripping him like a vice. He was glad she had 
responded to him by using her legs. Until then he was 
half-convinced that he was raping her. He started to 
pump his dick in and out of her at a slow pace.

Cindy fucked her son back. She met every down stroke 
with a thrust of her hips. Steve’s rhythm increased. He 
was now pounding away at his mother’s pussy. The 
ecstasy overtook Cindy and she cried out, "Oh God! Oh 
baby! You’re so fucking good! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Cindy’s comments spurred Steve on. He banged away at 
his mother’s pussy. He grabbed her ass for more 
leverage as he fucked his cock deep into her hot cunt. 
His balls tightened and he slammed his steel prick 
inside her. He roared as he climaxed. A geyser of 
potent semen exploded in Cindy’s womb.

Cindy screamed and arched her back as her own orgasm 
ripped through her. Her cervix expanded and contracted, 
gobbling up as much of her son’s seed as possible. Her 
whole body quivered with pleasure. As their orgasms 
subsided, Steve collapsed on top of his mother. They 
were both breathing heavily and drenched with sweat.

Steve lay there for a moment. He allowed his cock to 
deflate inside his mother before he pulled out. He 
untied Cindy and pulled her nightgown back down. He 
kissed her once more before he took her in his arms and 
held her close. He had subtly pinned her arms so that 
she couldn’t reach up to remove her mask.

This definitely isn’t Charlie, Cindy thought. He hates 
to cuddle afterward. Cindy was suddenly very 
frightened. Now that the incredible pleasure was gone 
she began thinking clearly. There was a strange man in 
her bed. Some random person had crept into her bedroom 
with the intention of raping her and she had allowed it 
to happen. Not just allowed, she had willingly 
participated.

How had he gotten into the house? The doors and windows 
were locked. If someone had broken in, the noise would 
have woken her and Steve. Where was Steve? If someone 
did break in and rape her Cindy expected her son to 
come rushing in and save her. She had certainly made 
enough noise. Cindy blushed as she thought about her 
behavior.

Then a new possibility occurred to Cindy. One that was 
much more disturbing than the first. If nobody broke 
into the house, and there was only one other person in 
the house then the man lying next to her had to be: 
Steve! Cindy tried to disbelieve it, but she knew it 
was true. Her sixteen-year-old son had raped her.

Cindy wanted to break down and cry. Steve seemed to 
sense that his mother was in distress. He hugged her 
tightly and kissed her cheek. Then he nuzzled her neck 
for a few moments before returning his head to the 
pillow. Cindy instantly felt better. She bathed in the 
glow of maternal love and affection for her child.

Steve wasn’t treating her the way a rapist would. He 
was showing her true affection and caring. If Steve had 
wanted to, he could have easily overpowered Cindy and 
forced her to have sex with him. Instead he had secured 
her compliance by pretending to be his father. He had 
even given her an orgasm before he actually fucked her.

Thinking about that made Cindy blush again. She had to 
admit that Steve had given her the best sex of her 
life. She had never had any sex partners before 
Charlie. He was somewhat of a lackluster lover. It 
wasn’t that he didn’t try Charlie just wasn’t creative. 
Missionary position was Charlie’s mantra. He would 
never try anything like oral sex or tying Cindy’s 
hands.

It had surprised Cindy to feel so exhilarated by the 
loss of control. Not knowing what might happen or 
having the ability to stop it. She felt guilty about 
having sex with Steve, however. As mothers often do, 
she had transferred responsibility from Steve to 
herself. Maybe she had done something to provoke him.

Steve was a hormonal teenager after all. Cindy couldn’t 
count how many times she had walked around the house in 
her underwear or left the bedroom door opened while she 
changed. Maybe Steve had misinterpreted her actions as 
some kind of come on. Steve’s adolescent mind just 
wasn’t experienced enough to distinguish casual nudity 
from innuendo.

Cindy was now convinced. Steve was simply a victim of 
his own hormones. He had acted inappropriately of 
course, but he hadn’t really hurt her. Maybe I should 
talk to Steve, Cindy thought. Get everything out in the 
open.

Cindy decided against it. As long as Cindy didn’t 
confront Steve about what had happened she wouldn’t 
have to admit any fault. She could pretend blissful 
ignorance and neither Steve nor Charlie would be the 
wiser. She came to the firm conclusion that silence was 
the best policy.

Steve watched his mother for a long time. She seemed to 
be tense at first, as if she realized what had 
happened. Soon her demeanor changed and she snuggled 
into Steve’s embrace. He observed her carefully. Once 
he was convinced that she was asleep he crept out of 
bed and went to his own room.

I can’t believe it, Steve thought. I actually pulled it 
off! I got away with fucking my own mother. The best 
part is that she’ll never know it was me. As long as I 
keep cool and don’t say or do anything suspicious 
she’ll go on thinking that it was Dad.

Steve was mighty proud of himself. He thought he had 
just pulled off the perfect crime. He didn’t realize 
that his plans had holes big enough to drive a truck 
through or that his cover had already been blown. Like 
every teenager Steve thought he knew everything. 
Fortunately for him his mother didn’t intend to prove 
him wrong.

The next morning Steve woke up with a smile on his 
face. He felt like the king of the world. He had lost 
his virginity last night, to his own mother, and as far 
as Steve knew she was none the wiser. If things went as 
predicted then his mom thought the man she had sex with 
was her husband. Steve had gotten away scot-free.

Steve took his shower, got dressed and peaked in on his 
parents’ bedroom. His father Charlie was sleeping 
soundly as usual. He worked nights so he had probably 
gotten home around 5 am. Steve quietly closed the door 
and headed downstairs for breakfast.

Steve’s mother was already awake as usual. She was 
eating a bagel and readying the morning paper. She was 
dressed in business attire with her hair in a ponytail. 
Cindy was a realtor and worked normal hours unlike her 
husband who worked at plastics factory. There disparate 
lives had but a strain on their marriage.

"Morning Mom," Steve said as he came down the stairs. 
"How’d you sleep last night?" He gave his mother a 
quick hug and a peck on the cheek. It was unusual 
behavior for him. Cindy returned the hug and then went 
back to her paper.

"I slept just fine honey," Cindy replied. "Why do you 
ask?"

"No reason," said Steve. He thought he was being very 
sly. He went to the cupboard and got some cereal. After 
pouring himself a bowl he sat down across from Cindy 
and started eating. Steve watched his mother as she 
read her paper and ate her bagel. Occasionally she took 
a sip of her morning coffee. She seemed to completely 
ignore Steve.

Steve sighed. He was a little perturbed. He had wanted 
a little more of a reaction from his mother. It was 
absurd, his plan hinged on the idea that his mother 
wouldn’t know who she was with last night. Still, he 
wanted some kind of acknowledgement from her. A wink or 
a smile would be enough. Instead she seemed completely 
oblivious.

In reality Cindy was fighting to maintain her sense of 
normalcy. She had wanted to write off last night as 
some bizarre sex dream. The dried semen in her pussy 
and her sore muscles quashed that theory. Now she was 
torn between confronting Steve or pretending to be 
ignorant about what happened.

If she confronted him now Cindy could talk to Steve 
without involving his father. She might be able to 
dissuade the boy from continuing such grossly immoral 
behavior. If she did that, however, she’d have to 
explain that she knew it was Steve from the moment he 
entered her. She’d have to tell him why she didn’t stop 
him right then and there.

By holding her tongue Cindy knew that she was leading 
Steve to believe his ruse had succeeded. If she didn’t 
say something there was the possibility that Steve 
would attempt this again. Consciously she decided to 
wait and see what Steve would do. If he tried to fuck 
her again she would stop him. Secretly Cindy knew she 
wouldn’t.

That night Cindy lay in her bed contemplating what she 
would do if Steve came in again. Her mask was on but 
she was wide-awake. She desperately wanted to do the 
right thing and put a stop to this incestuous affair. 
Something was stopping her from doing that. Something 
Steve had awoken in her last night.

Cindy felt the subtle change in air pressure that meant 
her door was being opened. She knew it was Steve. She 
felt him cross the room and stand next to her bed. She 
could sense his eyes looking at her in the dim light. 
Cindy remained still. She tried to feign sleep even 
though her heart was racing.

Steve looked down at his mother. She was so beautiful. 
Her jet-black hair was splayed wildly on her pillow. It 
accentuated her lovely, ivory colored face. Her ruby 
lips were slightly parted. Steve couldn’t help himself. 
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down and kissed 
her.

Cindy responded eagerly, forgetting her pretense of 
sleep. The kiss was tender and loving. It was sexual, 
but not hungry or demanding. It was like some unspoken 
pact passed between mother and son. In their hearts 
they knew that they were now lovers. Their blood 
relationship, Cindy’s marriage, societies rules, they 
were all incidental. Nothing would stop them now.

Steve pulled back Cindy’s sheets. He took her in his 
arms and kissed her once more. Cindy eagerly embraced 
Steve and initiated a French kiss. As their tongues 
wrestled their hands explored each other’s bodies. 
Cindy felt the rock-hard muscles of her son’s body. She 
groped him until she found his semi-erect penis. As 
soon as her hand closed around the member it grew to 
full size.

Cindy gently pushed Steve off the bed and stood up 
without breaking their kiss. Cindy suddenly realized 
how tall Steve was when she was forced to stand on 
tiptoe. Her lips suddenly moved from Steve’s mouth to 
his neck. She kissed down his body. Her lips moved 
along his chest and abs until finally she reached his 
crotch.

Cindy positioned herself so that her face was mere 
inches from her son’s cock. She gripped the shaft with 
both hands. She placed her lips against his cockhead 
and gave his hole a tentative lick. Steve shuddered and 
closed his eyes. Cindy dragged the tip of her tongue 
along the bottom of Steve’s shaft until she met his 
hairy balls. Then she slowly dragged her tongue back to 
the tip.

Steve couldn’t believe what his mother was doing to 
him. He had never dreamed that his mother would take 
the initiative let alone give him a blowjob. With her 
tongue alone she’d brought him close to coming. Now 
Cindy was slowly wrapping her lips around her son’s 
engorged cock. Steve gripped the back of her head, but 
made sure not to remove the sleep mask.

Cindy took a few inches of Steve’s man-meat in her 
mouth. She sucked as she pulled back, almost releasing 
her son’s cock. Her head bobbed back and forth as she 
sucked Steve’s prick like a Popsicle. Steve’s legs were 
quivering. The pleasure was so intense he was losing 
his balance. Finally Cindy managed to deep-throat her 
son.

Without warning Steve erupted into orgasm. He sprayed 
his cum straight down Cindy’s throat. She fought her 
gag reflex and dutifully swallowed her son’s seed. When 
he was finished, Steve withdrew his cock from his 
mother’s mouth. Not a drop of cum had escaped her 
esophagus.

Steve lifted Cindy by the shoulders and planted another 
loving kiss on her lips. They embraced tightly, 
pressing Steve’s still hard cock between their bellies. 
They tongue wrestled as their hands resumed their 
mutual exploration. Steve began lifting his mother’s 
nightgown over her head. There lips separated only long 
enough to remove the garment.

They pressed their naked flesh together as they kissed. 
Steve’s hands went to Cindy’s breasts. He gently 
kneaded his mother’s white globes. Reluctantly Steve 
broke the kiss and moved his mouth to his mother’s 
erect nipple. He suckled and teased it with his tongue 
and teeth. He continued to fondle her other tit while 
his free hand made for a lower target.

Steve rubbed Cindy’s pussy mound as he continued his 
ministrations on her breasts. His finger found its way 
insider her wet hole. He pumped it in and out of her 
love tunnel. Soon it was joined by a second finger and 
then a third. He finger fucked his mother while he 
suckled her breasts. He brought his other hand down and 
manipulated her clit.

That was it for Cindy. She exploded into orgasm. She 
lost her balance and collapsed against her son. She 
screamed as the pleasure consumed her. Her entire body 
shook with delight. She finally came down from her 
ecstasy and fell to her knees.

Steve kissed his mother once more. Then he lifted her 
in his arms and laid her on the bed. He bent her knees 
and spread her legs. He got on top of her and held 
himself up by one arm. He took his cock in hand and 
positioned it against Cindy’s cunt-lips. Just as he was 
about to penetrate her, his mother surprised him again.

"Let me," she said as she rolled Steve onto his back. 
She grabbed his prick and positioned it at her pussy 
entrance. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock. 
Steve moaned as he felt his cock penetrating inch after 
inch into her steamy twat. Finally he was buried to the 
hilt inside his mother. Cindy used her pussy muscles to 
give her son’s cock a good squeeze. Steve groaned in 
shocked delight.

"Didn’t know I could do that, did you?" Cindy said with 
a sly grin. She leaned down and frenched her son. As 
her tongue entered his mouth she made another 
contraction. Steve almost blew his wad right then. He 
actually grabbed his mother’s hips and lifted her until 
only a few inches of his cock were inside her. He'd do 
anything to prevent a premature ejaculation. 

"No you don’t," Cindy wickedly stated. She placed her 
hands on his shoulders and pushed down with all her 
might. She began rocking back and forth. Steve 
responded with a counter motion. Cindy began to grunt 
as she rode her son’s cock in earnest.

"Uh…ah…oh…so good…so fucking GOOD! Baby…oh God…you fuck 
so good. Fuck me…fuck me hard! Fuck me DEEP!"

His mother’s banter pushed Steve past the brink. He 
raised his hips off the bed and pushed himself as deep 
into Cindy as possible. With a feral roar he spurted 
his potent sperm directly into his mother’s womb. This 
elicited a climax from Cindy. Her cunt milked her son’s 
cock. Her cervix drank up every drop of incestuous 
semen.

When it was over they collapsed. Cindy lay on top of 
her son. They both gasped for breath. They were 
drenched in sweat and the room smelled of sex. 
Reluctantly Cindy rolled onto her back, releasing 
Steve’s now soft cock. After a moment Steve leaned over 
and gave his mother a kiss. Cindy embraced him as he 
ran his fingers through her soaking wet hair.

Not a word was spoken between them, but in their hearts 
and souls they made a pact. From then on they were 
lovers. They had crossed the murky barrier between 
fucking and making love. Now they would not let 
anything come between them.

Steve got up and left for his own room. He didn’t 
bother attempting subterfuge. Cindy lay there with her 
hands on her stomach. She was sure she could feel 
Steve’s sperm wriggling inside her womb. She smiled a 
smile of pure bliss before drowsiness overcame her and 
she fell asleep.

From then on Steve came to his mother’s room almost 
every night. They had a tacit understanding that their 
sexual relationship could continue only if it was never 
acknowledged. To that end Cindy kept her mask on during 
every encounter. She and Steve acted like a normal 
mother and son during the day, even when they were 
alone.

Charlie had a sneaking suspicion that his wife was 
having an affair. She rarely let him fuck her and she 
seemed distant and cool when they were together. He 
never suspected that Steve had anything to do with it. 
In fact he enlisted his son’s aid in investigating 
Cindy’s activities. Every afternoon he asked Steve what 
his mother had been doing the night before.

Steve always gave an accurate report right up to when 
he himself went to bed. Charlie was surprised to learn 
his wife rarely left the house. He knew that if she 
were having an affair it would have to happen at night 
during his work shift. Since Steve informed him that 
Cindy was usually in bed by 10 pm, he decided he must 
be wrong.

Cindy herself was in denial about the affair. Her heart 
knew beyond all doubt who her lover was, but she 
convinced herself that as long as she never saw him she 
would never know for sure. This was how she was able to 
behave as a mother during the day and as a craven slut 
at night. She soothed her conscience with the false 
conviction that she was in the dark.

That was about to change. Three months after her 
incestuous liaison began Cindy missed her period. She 
waited a week, then two, and then she took a home 
pregnancy test. It came out positive. Cindy knew the 
baby wasn’t her husband’s. She hadn’t had sex with 
Charlie since before her last cycle. She went to a 
doctor who confirmed her results. Now she had to deal 
with the consequences.

She briefly considered having an abortion, but the 
thought of killing her own child appalled her. She 
thought of continuing her pretense of ignorance and 
simply announcing her pregnancy to Charlie and Steve as 
if she truly believed Charlie was the father. Cindy 
knew that would be futile. The sham of deceit was a 
formality by now. Steve was well aware that his mother 
knew who was cramming her womb with sperm on a nightly 
basis.

Finally Cindy came to her decision. She would have to 
confront Steve about their affair. She waited until 
after Charlie had left for work. She went into the 
living room where Steve was watching TV and shut it 
off. "Steve honey," Cindy said, "we have to talk."

"Okay," Steve replied as he sat up straight on the 
couch. Cindy sat down on the opposite end. "Steve, we 
have to have a talk about…about what’s been going 
on…between us."

A lump settled in Steve’s throat. He swallowed hard 
trying to get rid of it. "What, ah, what do you mean 
Mom?"

Cindy closed her eyes and sighed. "Steve don’t, you 
know exactly what I mean. It’s time to stop the game 
and deal with this."

Steve looked down at his feet. He felt like a stone was 
sitting inside his chest. "You’re right Mom. I guess I 
knew this was going to happen sooner or later."

"Steve, what we’ve been doing is very wrong. It’s 
illegal. If anyone found out about it I would go to 
jail and you’d be taken away by the state. That’s why 
we have to make sure that no one ever finds out. Do you 
understand me Steve." Cindy put a hand on her son’s 
shoulder.

"Yeah," Steve mumbled as his shoulders slumped. "I 
understand."

Cindy smiled. "That being said, I want you to know that 
the past three months have been the best in my life. 
I’ve never had a relationship that was sexually 
fulfilling before. When were together Steve you make me 
feel so wonderful, so needed, so loved." Steve looked 
into his mother’s eyes to make sure what she was saying 
was true. He returned her smile as he saw that it was.

She continued: "I don’t regret what we’ve done. I only 
regret that it took me so long to admit it to you. I 
love you Steve. I’m in love with you. I want you to 
know that. I also want you to know that I’m proud…to be 
carrying your child."

Steve was so shocked that he fell off the couch. "You 
mean…I…you… you’re pregnant? With my baby?"

Cindy couldn’t help but laugh at her son’s wild-eyed 
reaction. "Yes honey, I’m pregnant with you’re baby."

"Wow, I mean I’m sorry, I mean…I didn’t know…I didn’t 
think about it." Steve was actually shaking from 
nervous excitement.

"It’s all right," Cindy said reassuringly. "I told you 
I’m glad to be carrying you’re baby. You’re not upset 
about it, are you?"

Steve looked at his mother incredulously, "Hell no! 
Knocking you up has been my biggest fantasy for years. 
Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that."

Cindy giggled, "Oh Steve, I think we’ve gone far past 
the boundaries of acceptable behavior. Say it however 
you like. As long as you’re happy about it I don’t 
mind."

Steve suddenly took his mother’s face in his hands and 
planted a kiss on her lips. Cindy responded by 
embracing him and pressing her body tightly against 
his. Steve picked her up and carried her upstairs to 
her bedroom. He sat her on the bed and turned on the 
lights. "Take off your clothes," he said. "I want to 
see you naked in the light."

Cindy obediently kicked off her shoes and began 
unbuttoning her blouse. "You know, it occurs to me," 
she said as she stood up to take off her skirt, "that I 
haven’t seen you naked at all."

Steve grinned and began to disrobe. He kept his eyes 
glued to his mother as she turned away from him and 
removed her underwear. She slowly turned back toward 
her son. She did a little pirouette for effect and 
asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Steve stood frozen and speechless. His mother was 
absolute goddess. His cock sprang to life and pressed 
painfully against his jeans. His eyes moved up and down 
trying to drink in every gorgeous detail of Cindy’s 
body. Steve finally found his voice and said, "You are 
the most beautiful woman in the universe."

He watched as her nipples grew erect. Her white skin 
took on a crimson hue as her body flushed with heat. 
Cindy walked over to her stunned child. She wrapped her 
hands around his waist and gave him a passionate French 
kiss. She whispered into his ear, "Make love to me 
Steve."

Steve’s clothes seemed to disappear. He lifted his 
mother by the ass-cheeks and carried her to the bed. 
They spent a long time kissing and fondling each other. 
Finally Steve rose on his hands and knees. Cindy laid 
spread eagle beneath him. Steve looked into his 
mother’s eyes as he lowered himself. His cock went 
straight into her eager cunt without assistance.

Cindy wrapped her legs around her son and pulled him 
deep inside her. Steve kissed her and then began a slow 
rhythm of fucking. Their eyes remained in constant 
contact. They fucked in time with their heartbeats. 
Tears came to Cindy’s eyes as she saw the deep love for 
her son reflected in his own. They were connected on a 
level beyond any ordinary lovers. They had discovered 
the ultimate sexual love.

Neither of them knew how long their lovemaking lasted. 
It seemed to be an eternity yet was far too short. They 
experienced their first mutual orgasm. As they came 
they kissed each other. Their lips and tongues 
replicated the play of their genitals.

When it was over Steve and Cindy lay in each other’s 
arms. They kissed all over their faces, necks and 
shoulders. Neither of them wanted to let go. Steve 
placed his hand on Cindy’s smooth belly, trying to 
detect the life inside. "My baby’s really in there?" he 
asked.

Cindy smiled and stroked her son’s face, "Yes, your 
baby’s really in there."

Steve closed his eyes and smiled contently. He felt 
like a god. His divine reverie was suddenly broken by a 
dark thought. "What are we going to tell Dad?" 

Cindy frowned at the thought of her husband, "I guess 
I’ll just have to tell him that the baby is his. I wish 
we could tell the world about our love but we can’t. 
We’ll be mother and son to the outside world but in 
private we’ll be lovers."

Steve sat up and looked at his mother, "Cindy, would 
you ever consider divorcing Dad and marrying me?"

"Oh honey," Cindy said as she sat up next to her son 
and hugged him, "it just isn’t possible. Any marriage 
we had would be illegal. Once somebody found out about 
us they would take away our baby."

"What if we moved? Not just out of state, but across 
the country. We could change our names, our social 
security numbers, everything. Nobody would ever know 
were related. We could live as husband and wife and our 
children would grow up knowing their real father."

"Children?" Cindy asked.

Steve smiled, "Yeah, I want at least six."

Cindy snorted, "It sounds like you want to turn your 
old mother into a baby factory."

Steve held his mother’s chin and kissed her softly. 
"Please say yes. Say you’ll run away with me. Say 
you’ll marry me and bear my children."

"Oh Steve," Cindy lamented as she turned away, "It’s 
just a romantic fantasy. There’s no way we’d pull it 
off. Besides, you still have two years until you 
graduate. I want you to go to college honey. I don’t 
want to be the reason you throw away your future."

Steve put his hand on Cindy’s face and turned her 
towards him. "Cindy, Mom, don’t you understand. I don’t 
want a future without you. I’ll never be happy with 
anyone else. If I can’t be with you for the rest of my 
life then I don’t want to live."

Cindy held her son and buried her face in his shoulder. 
Love and despair played tug-of-war in Cindy’s mind. 
Finally she came to a decision. "All right," she said, 
"I’ll make you a deal. You finish up high school and 
get accepted to a good college that’s as far away from 
here as possible. Do those two things and I will 
divorce your father and move away with you. This is my 
only offer. Do you accept?"

Steve smiled and kissed Cindy. "Mom, I’d grow wings and 
fly to the moon if it meant I could be with you."

Eight months later, Cindy gave birth to a healthy baby 
girl. She named her Stephanie after her father. Charlie 
never suspected that his wife had cuckolded him. He 
accepted Stephanie as his own daughter. He did find it 
odd that Steve took an inordinate amount of interest in 
his little sister and that Cindy seemed to discourage 
Charlie from spending any quality time with Stephanie.

Properly motivated, Steve became an ace student. He 
graduated at the top of his class and got accepted to 
an Ivy League school a thousand miles away from his 
hometown. Cindy was elated when she heard the news. She 
served Charlie with divorce papers the next day. Cindy 
and Steve moved to a townhouse near the university he 
was attending.

Cindy was already pregnant with Steve’s second child 
before they moved away. No one ever suspected that she 
and Steve were related. Cindy and Steve eventually 
married and had a total of eight children. All were 
perfectly healthy and happy. Cindy and Steve lived out 
the rest of their lives in bliss, never regretting the 
fateful night Steve snuck into his mother’s room.  

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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