In our quiet countryside home, the days unfolded like the pages of an old, familiar book. Our lives, woven into the fabric of the rural landscape, were marked by the rhythmic pattern of sunrise and sunset. My son, Tyler, and I shared this serene existence, our bond strengthened by the memories and the unspoken understanding between us.
Tyler, on the cusp of adulthood, was preparing for college, his room cluttered with boxes and books, a testament to the impending change. I watched him pack, each item he placed into boxes tugging at the strings of my heart. Our home, once filled with the echoes of a family, felt larger, and emptier with each passing day.
The loss of my husband years ago left a void in our lives, a silent space that we learned to navigate around. But now, with Tyler’s departure looming, the void threatened to engulf me. I found solace in my garden, my hands working the soil, planting new life as a counterbalance to the feelings of loss and change that threatened to overwhelm me.
One particular evening, the sky painted in hues of orange and purple, I stood in the garden, lost in thought. Tyler had been spending his days with friends, soaking up every moment before their paths diverged. I admired his zest for life, his ability to look forward to new adventures, while I felt anchored to this spot by the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future.
“Dinner’s ready, Mom!” Tyler’s voice broke through my reverie. His figure appeared in the doorway, backlit by the warm light from inside the house.
“Coming, Ty,” I called out, wiping my hands on my apron and taking one last look at the garden, my sanctuary.
Dinner was a quiet affair. The sound of cutlery against plates filled the space between us. Tyler spoke about his plans, his excitement palpable. I listened, nodding and smiling, while inside, my heart wrestled with conflicting emotions. Pride for the young man he had become, sadness for the impending distance, and a growing sense of isolation.
“Mom, you’ve been quiet. Are you sure you’re okay with me going?” Tyler’s concern pulled me back from the edge of my thoughts.
“Of course, Ty. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all,” I replied, masking the depth of my feelings with a gentle smile.
We cleaned up in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. As night fell, the house settled into its familiar quiet. I tucked myself into the corner of the couch, a book in hand, not really reading, just turning pages. Tyler sat opposite me, his eyes on his phone, the glow casting shadows on his face.
In that moment, the reality of our situation hung heavily in the room. The quiet countryside home, once a haven, now felt like a vessel drifting slowly towards uncharted waters. As mother and son, we were about to embark on separate journeys, the ties that bound us stretching across the distance and time.
I glanced at Tyler, his presence a comforting constant in my life. Yet, the inevitable change was just on the horizon, a silent storm brewing. Little did we know that the following day would bring a conversation that would challenge the very fabric of our existence, turning our quiet life into a whirlwind of emotions and decisions.
As I closed my book and wished Tyler goodnight, the house settled around us, whispering secrets of the past and murmurs of the future. It was the calm before the storm, a moment in time suspended between what was and what was yet to come.
Since my husband’s passing, our home has a vault of silent memories. Now, with Tyler’s leaving on the horizon, the silence was a looming reminder of the solitude to come.
One serene evening, Tyler broke the quiet. “Mom, you seem so distant. Is everything okay?”
I sighed deeply, the weight of my secret desire heavy on my soul. “Just thinking, Ty… about how fast life changes,” my voice tinged with unspoken longing.
His eyes, understanding and deep, met mine, offering silent support as we navigated our evening, a familiar dance in the face of change.
As the night wrapped around us, Tyler’s presence was a comforting anchor in my sea of emotions. “Mom, you can share anything, you know that right?” he whispered.
I couldn’t contain it any longer. “Ty, I feel so empty… I long for another child. But the idea of doing it alone is terrifying,” I confessed, my voice trembling.
Tyler held my hand, his grip strong and comforting. “Mom, you’re not alone. I’m here. We can figure this out,” he said with determination.
Our conversation grew deeper, filling the air with weighty words.
Then Tyler’s voice cut through the tension. “Mom, there’s a way. I can help you have this baby,” he said, his tone serious, yet charged with emotion.
I felt my world reel. “Tyler… what are you suggesting? That’s… that’s unthinkable… you can’t get me pregnant am your mom,” I stammered, my mind racing with shock and confusion.
He was firm but gentle. “I know it’s a lot, Mom. But remember the calendar? Today’s the day. We can make this happen. It’s intense, but it’s for your dream, isn’t it?”
His words hung heavily in the air. My gaze drifted to the calendar, the marked date glaring back at me. My heart was torn, wrestling with desire and morality.
Retreating to my room, emotions swirling like a storm, I changed into my short nightgown, the soft fabric mocking the turmoil within me. Sitting on my bed, calendar in hand, tears welled in my eyes.
I wanted a baby so dearly, but Tyler’s suggestion was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. The marked date on the calendar was a stark reminder of my longing and the monumental choice that lay before me.
Shaking, I reached for my phone and started typing:
“Tyler, my dear boy, your words tonight have shaken me. The depth of your love, and your readiness to make my dream come true, are beyond anything I could have imagined.
This date isn’t just another day. It represents my deepest wish. But your proposal, it’s massive, it’s… complex.
I’ve been sitting here, thinking, crying, trying to make sense of it all. This is one of the toughest decisions I’ve ever faced. But you’re offering a chance at my dream. It’s complicated, it’s daunting. But it’s a chance.
After a lot of thought, with a heart full of love and a head full of chaos, I’m saying yes. We’re in this together, my son. I can’t believe I’m about to let this happen. Come to my room in 15 minutes.
All my love, Mom.”
I sent the message, feeling the weight of my words. The room was silent, just me, my thoughts, and the decision we had made together. I put my phone down lifted my nightie a little and took off my knickers. I got into bed and lay on my side facing away from the door with my heart racing.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I took another deep breath and called out, “Come in.”
The door opened and Tyler entered, a look of determination on his face. My heart raced as he approached the bed and I could hear him taking off his pants.
“You can get behind me,” I said, my voice trembling. “Sorry, I can’t look at you while you do it, but you… you know what to do to me, please don’t make me say it, it is wrong as it is.”
As Tyler got behind me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands gently caressed my back, sending shivers down my spine.
He pressed himself against me, his hardness evident against the softness of my flesh.
Slowly, he wet the tip of his dick and rubbed it up and down my slit. I couldn’t believe this was happening, my own son was about to have sex with me. As he entered me, I couldn’t help but moan.
“I will be gentle mom, I know it’s wrong, oh fuck… ju… just think… oh damn, just think of the reward.” He said as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
It felt so wrong, but at the same time, so good. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up. The sounds of our bodies moving together, the feeling of his hands on my hips, it was all so intense. I tried to focus on the goal, of getting pregnant, but the pleasure was too overwhelming.
He started fucking my pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his movements steady and controlled. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, building an intensity that threatened to consume me.
I gave in to the sensations, letting Tyler take control. He moved faster and harder, and I could feel my body responding to him. As I stayed laid on my side as his cock slid in and out of my pussy my body rocked as he started going faster.
The bed creaked beneath us as he continued to have sex with me, my son driving into me with unbridled passion. His hands found their way to my breasts, massaging them tenderly as he plunged deeper into me with each thrust. My heart pounded in my chest, and my head swam with lust.
His hips slapped against my ass, our bodies locked together in a dance of desire. The heat of the moment was palpable, our sweat mingling as we moved together.
“Fuck, Mom! your pussy feels so good, I’m gonna cum!” He cried out, his voice raw with emotion.
We hadn’t been having sex for long and he is already talking about cumin. “Just keep… keep going mmm, oh this is so wro.. wrong.” I ain’t going to lie his cock felt really good as he rammed it right deep inside, I was trying not to enjoy this, I only gave in so I could get pregnant.
And then it happened. He grunted and the slapping skin grew louder as he went full force pounding me extremely hard. He exploded inside me, his hot seed filling me up as he let out a long, shuddering groan. I could feel his muscles tense and release, pulsing with each spurt of his climax. He kept on pumping it into me and he was filling me with a lot of cum.
As he finally pulled out of me, both of us panting heavily, I turned to face him. Our eyes met, and for a moment, we were both lost in the intensity of the moment.
“I love you, Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too, Tyler,” I replied, my own voice breaking.
We collapsed onto the bed, our hearts pounding in unison, our bodies still joined by the bond of our love and desire. As the afterglow faded, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us, but for now, I was content in the present moment. My son had given me his seed, and now it was up to fate to decide whether it would become a part of the miracle I so desperately wanted.
“We shouldn’t have done this,” I said as my breathing returned to normal. “Also, what if I don’t get pregnant after all of this, and what if I do? You are my son and you will be a father to my child.” I was just so desperate for a baby none of this entered my mind. I can’t believe my son just raw fucked me in my own bed. Am I evil to say I enjoyed it?
But Tyler simply smiled at me and said, “I will keep doing this every day until you do get pregnant. I want this just as much as you do, Mom. I love you and I want to start a family with you.” I couldn’t believe his determination and love for me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist him. And deep down, I wanted this just as much as he did.
I wanted to have a baby with him, to create a new life and a new family. So we continued to have sex most nights. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I finally got the news I had been waiting for. I was pregnant with my son’s child.
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