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Part Three – The Evil Comes The cab had arrived and Brent was just starting out the door when the phone rang. Should he answer it? He was already running late and he couldn't miss the plane. He hadn't seen his mother for five, long months. It had been five months of pure torture, but now he was about to fly back into her arms. Oh, Hell, might as well, he thought, jerking the phone up. "Hello," he said, speaking into the phone. "Oh, Brent, I'm glad I caught you." "Mom, what's wrong?" "Oh, I just found out that we are having a late meeting tonight and I won't be able to pick you up at the airport." "Oh. Well, okay. I can catch a cab. Its no big problem," he told her, disappointed that she wouldn't be there to meet him. "I'm sorry, honey, but I'll make it up to you later." "I'll take you up on that," he laughed. "What time will you be home?" "I'm afraid that it won't be until around ten-thirty or eleven tonight." "Oh," he said, the annoyance clearly evident in his voice. "But, we'll have most of the summer together," she chirped, trying to brighten him up. "And I know where we are going to spend it," he said suggestively. "Oh, you are such a naughty boy to talk to your mother that way," she laughed again. "But you enjoy it as much as I do." "Maybe more, maybe more," she told him. "Wait, you said most of the summer," he said, as what she had said finally sank in. "I don't have time to explain now," she said, almost under her breath, "later. You have a safe flight and I'll see you tonight. And remember, I love you." "I love you, too, Mom." Hanging up the phone, he rushed out the door and jumped into the waiting cab. Flying through the traffic like a maniac, the cab got him to the airport just in time to catch his flight. Rushing on board, he flopped down in his seat just as the plane's engines whined up. Whew, that was close, he thought as the plane was backed out and taxied over to the runway. The big, widebody lifted off and climbed to altitude as he watched the countryside below grow smaller and smaller. As the plane bored through the late afternoon sky, he watched the scenery float by underneath them. What had his mother meant? Most of the summer? He couldn't think of any reason they wouldn't spend the entire summer together. Brushing aside the uncertainty for the moment, he thought back to the day he had seduced his mother. It all seemed so innocent now. And look how it all turned out. He and his mother had become lovers. They had made love every chance they could find. Then he had to go away to college. He had hated to have to leave her. But full scholarships weren't that easy to come by and having to pay for his higher education would have been too heavy a burden for her to carry. They did get to spend Christmas break together. It had idyllic. Being mother and son and lovers gave their love so much more. His mother had become a different woman. After the seduction, she just seemed to come alive. She was her old happy, carefree self. He had never dreamed that his hair-brained trick would be so successful. In fact, two months after they had become lovers, she had been promoted to assistant manager. Quite a feat, considering she had been tottering on the edge of dismissal when he had taken the hazardous gamble with their lives. Then two months after that, he had left for college. Seven months had gone by since then. Seven, long, lonely months. Like newly weds, they had vowed to be true to each other while he was away at school. It had been a struggle with all the cute coeds running around the campus, but he couldn't risk it. Now he could feel his cock stirring in anticipation of its reunion with her hot, wet pussy. He tried to think of something else so that his erection would go away, but his thoughts kept coming back to her. And with the thoughts came another erection. Damn, he was going to have blue balls by the time his mother got home, he maliciously thought. At last, he felt his ears begin to pop as the plane made its slow descent to landing. Watching the lights outside grow bigger and brighter, he grew more and more excited. Then, with a screeching lurch, they were on the ground. His heart was pounding like he had just finished a 100-meter dash. Damn, he was acting like a little boy. It seemed to take hours for the plane to finally taxi up to the debarking dock. But at last, they started unloading. Hurrying of the plane, he had to wait what seemed like hours before his luggage finally came sliding down the carrousel. Then he was in a taxi speeding through the night to his date with destiny. Actual it was more like a date with his mother, Ella, but she was now his destiny. Pulling up in front of the apartment, the cab stopped. Stepping out, Brent paid the driver and watched as the taxi belched off in a cloud of acrid, blue smoke. Coughing, he walked up to the door and slipped his key into the lock. Turning the knob, he slowly pushed the door open. The only light came from a lamp in the living room. Looking around the kitchen, he saw that nothing had changed. Carrying his suitcase with him, he slowly walked over to the doorway leading into the living room. He stopped, remembering that afternoon so long ago when he had returned from work to find her waiting for him on the couch. He could still picture her sitting there on the couch wearing the soft, flowing gown. His cock was already hard enough to drive nails with, he thought as he recalled that exhilarating night. How he had sat down by her and she had told him that she wanted him. Then she had undressed him and they had made love right there on the floor. He didn't know if he could call it making love. It had been more like two wild animals attacking each other. Then, he had taken his mother from behind; they had been like two dogs in heat. After that, his mother had sucked him back to life and then rode him to another cataclysmic climax. There was so much adrenaline coursing through his body, he knees were shaking as he set his suitcase down and walked over to the couch. He could smell the sweet fragrance of his mother's perfume as he looked down at the floor where they had fucked. He could see a faint, faded blot on the carpet where their juices had stained it. Sitting down on the couch, he looked at his watch. Nine o'clock. Another two hours before his mother would be home. Getting up, he made himself a drink. Taking it with him, he went down to his old bedroom and pitched his suitcase on the bed. Might as well get some use out of the bed, he thought, laughing to himself, now that they used her bed exclusively. Striping down to the nude, he quickly showered. He was almost afraid to wash his cock; afraid it would go off in his hand. Finally, he carefully, gently cleansed the impatient muscle and got out of the shower. Strolling back into the living room, naked, he refreshed his drink and sauntered into his mother's bedroom. It hadn't changed. Everything was in shades of pink and white. Just like her, he smiled. All the pillows had ruffles and frills running around them. Just like her sexy undies, he reflectively thought. Pictures of sunshine filled parlors with flowers and kittens hung on the wall. The fragrance of her light, flowery perfume hung in the air like the smell of flowers on a warm, summer evening. Stepping over to her dresser, he stopped and looked in the mirror. He chuckled when he saw his cock jutting out, hard and ready. Hell, he thought to himself, she's not even home and I'm as hard as a rock. What will it be like when she finally gets here? Reaching down, he pulled open the top drawer. He felt his cock lurch excitedly as he ran his hand down through his mother's collection of frilly, lacy lingerie. He remembered how his mother would buy a different outfit every week after they became lovers. She knew how much he liked for her to dress up when they made love, so she would surprise him with a different ensemble every week. It wasn't all for him, though. He knew that she enjoyed displaying her lovely body, too. Why wouldn't she? She was beautiful. Closing the drawer, he wondered what she was wearing at that very moment. Was she wearing panties? If so, were they crotchless? Did she have a brassiere on? Was it a peekaboo bra with her tiny, hard nipples sticking out? Then he imagined her sitting in a meeting without any panties, her long, beautiful legs spread and her nipples jutting out against the soft, sheen of her blouse. God, he was about to explode just thinking about her. What would the other people think about her if they knew? Would they be shocked? She had always been the quiet, soft-spoken one at parties. Quiet, almost to the point of being shy. He had seen the way people looked at her. Like she was a timid wallflower. A timid, beautiful wallflower, but a wallflower all the same. If they only knew what a passionate tigress she could become when she wanted to. Finishing his drink, he flipped off the light and lay down. She would be home soon. Very soon, and then he would finally be inside of her again. He would return to the womb that had nurtured him. Then he would fill it with his seed... Suddenly, he found himself inside a sea of sex. His senses were awash with her rich fertility. Her scent, strong and irresistible was everywhere. Swishing his long, prehensile tail, he churned through the thick female nectar, searching for her. Then a faint trace of her hot, seductive pungency touched his skin. Slashing his long sinuous lash through the juice, he followed the trail of the cloying aroma. Stronger and stronger it grew. Then he saw it or sensed it. His senses were so overwhelmed by the presence of her sex; he couldn't distinguish sight from smell or feel. Suddenly, he became aware of the reverberating thunder of her heartbeat as the sound waves undulated through the thick soup of her sex. Now he was there. She was all around him. He rubbed his barbed head over the soft, smooth velvet of her flesh. Searching, hunting for the fiery gash that would lead to her core, her soul, her very reason for life. Finally, he felt it. The tiny, hot, little, fleshy mouth was slowly yawning open for him. For him alone. Ready to take him inside her. Whipping his tail back and forth savagely, he drove himself into the hot, cloying, sucking, clinching core of her self. Harder and harder, he slashed, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into the fiery oven of her femininity. Then she consumed him. Totally, completely. He was being pulled into the flaming depths of her essence. Then his body exploded into a million tiny pieces and their essences melted into one coalescence of humanity. They truly became one. Love and pleasure wrapped themselves around him. Hot, sucking, pulling rapture enveloped him. She was he, he was her, they were we, they were I. His soul poured forth into their creation in great, fiery gushes. He could feel her hot, sucking mouth on him, sucking out his seed as it came spurting out. Where had she come from? She was curled up beside him, lovingly, gently sucking on his jerking, twitching cock. He couldn't stop. His hips jumped and bounded, forcing his thick hardness deeper into her mouth where it spewed out another gigantic spout of his thick, seed-laden nectar. "Oh, Fucking, God," he gasped, "been so long." He couldn't stop. On and on it went. Like a fleshy volcano, erupting again and again, spewing out rivers of molten cum into her mouth. She took it all, tenderly, adoringly accepting his offering to her. Ecstatic throbs of pleasure continued to pulse through his cock as it vomited out its steaming cargo into her mouth. At last, the pleasurable spasms began to wane. His cock jerked, then twitched, then quivered in sensual surrender to her hot, clinging mouth. "Oh, Mother," was all he could say. "Welcome home," she whispered, letting his withered maleness slowly slither out of her mouth. "God, how I missed you," he murmured, pulling her to him. Nestling up next to her like spoons in a drawer, he celebrated in the feel of her soft, warm back pressed against his chest. Then his hands began to reacquaint themselves with the soft, curving contours of her body. But, something was different. Her body was more opulent, more rounded, almost plump, he thought as he ran his hand over her soft, curving hip. Slowly he eased his hand down onto the soft, rounded swell of her belly. She was fat. How could she have become so fat in seven months? But, there was something strangely different about this fatness. There was no fat. Her stomach was swollen and hard. As if something inside was pushing out against his hand. Then as if in answer to his questioning touch, he felt a gentle but obvious stirring under his hand. Something inside of her stomach had moved. "Mother," he sputtered, "What..." "Did you feel it?" she asked breathlessly. "Yes, but..." He floundered, "what..." "I'm pregnant," she said very softly. "But, who...how...I thought you said you wouldn't go out with anyone," he blubbered, feeling a terrible, piercing spear of jealousy tear through his heart. How could she have made love to anyone else after what they had become? He felt his whole world tumbling down around him as tears gushed out and started flowing down his cheeks. "I didn't," she murmured. "What...then how..." he stupidly asked, oblivious to the obvious. "It's yours," she laughed softly, "yours and mine. We made it together." "HUH..." he croaked. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" "It is our baby growing inside me," she said happily. "Our baby. A little you and I growing in there." "Oh, My, God," he gasped as he felt another stirring under his hand. She snuggled back against him, pressing her warm, full buttocks against his manhood. He felt like someone had shot him in the stomach with a forty-five magnum. He couldn't breathe... Then it moved under his hand again. There was a live being in her womb. Inside her. And, he had put it there. He had recreated himself in the very same caldron that he had been formed. Just the thought of such depravity sent a spasm of perverse pleasure burning through his cock. Suddenly, he was hard and ripe again. He wanted to make another baby, and another, and another. Make them all to be as beautiful and wonderful as his mother. Slowly he moved his hand up to her breast. Another shock. Her soft, smallish breasts had become full, heavy udders. Touching, fondling the swollen, tight juts of breast, he marveled at their size. They were twice as big as before, and her tiny little nipples felt huge. Unable to see them in the dark, he pictured them as big, bulging, pink berries. She slowly inched forward, away from him and then he felt her hand on his aching, throbbing penis. "I want you inside me," she whispered, giving his ripeness a squeeze. Grunting, she sluggishly struggled up to her hands and knees as he scrambled up to his knees behind her. Feeling for her in the dark, he found her soft, rounded hips. Holding her around her swollen waist, he inched up behind her. Poking, probing with his hard, fat cock, he searched her warm wetness. Suddenly, he felt her hand on his cock, guiding it up into the fiery depths of her hot, sucking cunt. Easing his hips forward, he slid himself into her silken core. It fit him like a velvet glove. Hot, clutching meat squeezed and caressed his aching hardness. It seemed tighter than before, he shuddered as he pushed it in all the way up to the hilt. Then his low dangling balls slapped up against her swollen, rounded belly. "Oh, I love the way you fill me up," she murmured, toying with his testicles as he held himself deep inside the sucking, clutching depths of her womanhood. Holding onto her rounded waist, he began to slide his bloated cock in and out of her wet, drooling slit. The molten lake of semen inside his sloshing balls was already beginning to bubble and boil. The depraved wickedness of sharing his mother with his baby was so exciting, he didn't know how long he could hold it back. In and out, in and out, he drove his bloated prick into the fleshy gash between her legs. "Oh, yes, baby, fill Mommy up with your sweet, hot cream," she gurgled, thrusting herself back on his pistoning manhood. Then she began to shiver and moan as the first wave of an orgasm swept over her. "Oh, Jeez, cumminnnnnnn, baby," she gasped as her whole body began to shake and shudder. That was all he could stand. Thrusting himself into her as far as he could, he let go. A tremor ran through his balls as they released a gusher of hot, stinging cum. The molten river of semen shot through his cock, spewing out into her like a river bursting through a broken dam. Spurting, spewing his cock bucked and shook inside the tight confines of her cunt for several seconds before it finally stopped. Groaning, he slowly eased back, sliding his cock out of the clutching gash of sopping flesh. "Oh, Baby, not so soon," she complained as he stumbled off the bed. "I've gotta see what you look like," he grunted, blundering over to the light switch. "Stand up so I can see. Please." "Oh, you silly boy," she laughed softly, "Why, you know what your old Mom looks like." "No, not pregnant," he grinned into the darkness as he heard the bed creak under her weight, "remember, I was inside then." "Yes, I remember," she said, "I remember." "I'm going to turn the light on," he warned her. "Okay." Closing his eyes, he flipped the switch. Silence and light filled the room. Slowly, he opened his eyes, letting them adapt to the light. His mother stood by the bed, blinking in the harsh glare of the light back at him. He felt his heart skip as he stared at her with reverent adoration. Her hair seemed more gold than he remembered. Maybe she had dyed it. Her misty blue eyes stared back at him calmly, as a little 'aren't you proud of me' smile played over her lips. His eyes swept down to her swollen breasts. Once smallish, they now jutted out arrogantly, twice their normal size. The bloated cups tipping her breasts were now darker, more pronounced just as her small, pea-sized nipples bulged out with pregnant fullness. They were beautiful. Then, there it was. The belly. The white, distended ball, glistening softly from the sweat from their lovemaking. It bulged out sensually. Her belly was a big, white globe, softly roadmapped with blue blood vessels just barely distinguishable under the transparency of her skin. Down below her belly, the soft underbelly, shaved and bare the last time he had seen it was now covered with a bush of soft, golden brown curls. As she saw his eyes find her pregnancy she lovingly ran her hands over it, caressing and fondling her bulging stomach. Her legs, still long and shapely were only a little thicker. Still just as beautiful as before. Flicking his eyes back up to the exaggerated distention of her belly, he grinned as he watched her gently rub it. "Well?" He heard her ask. "Your even more beautiful than before," he murmured blissfully. "You really think so?" "I do," he grinned, "really, I do." "You don't think I'm fat and ugly?" "How could you even say such a thing?" he mumbled, slowly crossing the room to where she stood. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." "You always know just the right thing to say," she gurgled, pulling him to her and kissing him deep and long. Tasting her, he returned her kiss. He had to lean forward because of her protruding belly. Breaking their kiss, he gradually sank to his knees in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her smooth, muscular thighs, he gently cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands and pulled her to him. Like a moth drawn to the light, his lips flitted over her bloated belly, gently kissing and licking the taut skin. Round and round her basketball-shaped belly he went, licking and kissing. Pausing at her belly button that was just beginning to stick out, he paid it special homage with his tongue. |
