Incest/Taboo Cockolding Dad

"W-what?!" Gloria stammered as she sat in the fertility doctor's office; she and her husband (Maverick -- or Mav as his friends call him) had used to see why she wasn't getting pregnant at the age of forty. Gloria knew she was still fertile, given what the doctor had just said. Yet her husband was sterile! How could that be?! How does a man that's fathered a son suddenly become sterile after eighteen years? Gloria just couldn't fathom it, not at the moment at least. Her husband didn't bother to show up for this meeting. Which infuriated her at first; now it enraged her! He had to know what the results would be. He had to! Why else blow off this appointment?

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mathews, but you and your husband can not have a child together."

"Why?" Gloria asked, noting the forlorn look on the woman's face that sat across from her.

"You're husband just doesn't have a sperm count."

"How can that be we have a son! Sperm just doesn't magically disappear?!" Gloria exclaimed as her emotions erupted within her.

"It does when he's had a vasectomy." Gloria watched the doctor's eyes following her as she fell, deflate back into her seat.

"A-a vasectomy?! When?" Gloria stammered, knowing her dream of having another child would go the way of the dodo.

"I can't say, four months, a year, maybe longer. All I can tell you is the only way a man who had enough sperm to get you pregnant and then..." Waving her hand over the results, "is a vasectomy unless he was in an accident that damaged his genitals." Gloria shook her head weakly. The worst thing that's ever happened was when Maverick got food poisoning on a business trip that he had to postpone his return trip when their son was ten. Nothing that would cause her husband's sperm to dry up. "Then I'm afraid, Mrs. Mathews, your husband had a vasectomy. Did he not tell you?"

"No," Gloria uttered weakly.

"Do you remember a time where it hurt him to sit comfortably for a few days?" Gloria had to think back, fifteen years to be exact, to recount how Maverick wouldn't touch her for a week, and then he insisted on using condoms for the next three months, which was odd to her. Yet, at the time, she never brought it up; maybe she should've. Maybe she shouldn't have been such an accepting wife to let a little thing like that go after years of bareback sex with one another.

"I do," Gloria spoke in a controlled growl.

"I take it your husband didn't discuss this with you?"

"No, he did not," Gloria nodded firmly. "I would have remembered something like this and not been trying so hard for a baby for the past two years."

"I'm sorry, I hate to be the bearer of bad news."

"No, Doctor, you're just doing your job; it's my husband that's going to be the one that's sorry," Gloria said, keeping her emotions hidden behind a thin veil of calmness. Shaking her doctor's hand she left her office. Digging into her purse as her phone rang.

Rapidly pressing the call button. "Hey, girlfriend, how did the appointment go?" Her friend of twenty years voice came over the line once she had answered it.

"Not well. Are you busy?" Gloria asked, quickly losing the ability to control her emotions.

"No, you know I'm just sitting here, bored at home, waiting on the kids to get home."

"Would you mind if I came over? I really need to talk to someone," Gloria said, knowing if she saw her husband at that moment, she would take his head off.

"Oh, shit, it has to be bad. Of course, you can; you know you're always welcome here." Gloria smiled at that; it was good to know she could always count on her friend whenever she was in a time of need.

"Thanks, Angie, I really need a friend right now," Gloria said, trying to hold back her tears, anger, and her trembling voice all at once.

"Oh honey, don't you worry about a thing, you just come over, and we'll chat over a nice glass of wine."

Angie stood on her stoop, holding out her arms to her friend as she saw the tears gleaming in Gloria's eyes. Rocking her friend as Gloria cried on her shoulder. "Why don't you come inside and tell me what happened," Angie spoke, her hand rubbed along Gloria's back as Gloria nodded a weak 'Okay.' Her straight ebony hair brushed along her back as she led her friend into the home she shared with her husband and two children.

"Bret and Sophia aren't home yet, are they?" Gloria asked, looking over at Angie as she led her towards her kitchen.

"No, you know when they get out of school like I know when your son gets out of school," Angie retorted with a smile. The lights of her home played along her skin, which was the color of dark chocolate; Gloria always admired how youthful it looked even in her forties. "Now, hon' you tell me what's troubling you?" Angie stated, patting Gloria's shoulder as she helped her into the chair at her kitchen table.

"What?!" Angie shouted as she surged from her seat. "He didn't fucking tell you?! Oh, Gloria, I'm so sorry," she quickly softened her tone when Gloria broke down into tears. Angie just let Gloria pour her woes onto her shoulder as she held her dear friend. Knowing how much her friend was looking forward to having another child. "Shh, shh, let it all out, just let it all out," Angie uttered in a soothing tone as she brushed her hand along the back of Gloria's head. "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Gloria said weakly into her wine glass.

"He has to be cheating on you," Angie blurted out.

"W-what?!" The thought never once crossed Gloria's mind.

"Come on, hon', why else would a man get a vasectomy without telling his wife?" Angie uttered in disdain. She has known Gloria and Maverick since they both moved into the subdivision around the same time. She liked Maverick; she had thought he was a great guy, she never saw the signs. "He must be doing it on all those trips he takes. Otherwise, you would have found out about it by now," she mused, tapping her finger against her chin. However, if the man was stepping out on her friend, she would do everything to ensure Gloria got even. "Well, since you know he can't have kids, have you thought of having someone else father the child and make Mav raise it?"

"What?! I can't cheat on my husband?!" Gloria gasped in shock at what her friend had just said.

"Why not? Obviously, Mav wanted you to pop out one kid and one kid only. So he could slip his dick into whatever whore he picks up without a worry of getting them pregnant. I say this will serve him right for stepping out on you. Since he can't call you out on it without opening up that can of worms. So why don't you get some good dick while you're at it?" Angie intoned, smiling devilishly at her friend.

"I don't know, Angie; Mav would notice that I'm going out and dressing up just to look for someone to fuck. I mean, what man would fuck me knowing they were doing it to knock me up?"

"A great many of them," Angie stated, "some men get off on knocking up married women."

"But I've never even kissed another man during our marriage; how am I supposed to fuck one?" Gloria whispered low.

Angie pondered on that thought for a while as they sat in silence. Wondering if she could let her friend in on their little family secret. Also wondering if her friend wouldn't freak out when she told her.

"Well, you know there's a way to keep Mav from growing suspicious," Angie said in a sultry tone as she peered over her wine glass.

"Huh?" Gloria uttered in confusion.

"You do have a very virile young man in your house that's always around," Angie said, smiling sinfully into her glass.

"B-b-but... what?!" Gloria stammered; she was sure she heard her friend wrong.

"Fuck your son, Gloria, that way, it will really fuck with Mav knowing the child looks so much like him."

"I can't do that! He's my son!" Gloria shouted.

"Why not?" Angie asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I sleep with Bret all the time now, especially when Marcum is out of town. This chocolate pussy of mine just doesn't turn off the moment he leaves, you know. And dildos are fun at first, but you know, and I know, nothing beats a real cock."

"What?!"

"Sophia sleeps with her dad too; we like to change it up every other night. You should hear Sophia and me trying to outdo each other with our moaning," Angie said with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"But, but, but," Gloria stammered out; she couldn't believe what her friend was telling her.

"Honey, don't knock it until you try it," Angie spoke with a devilish grin on her lips. "It's the hottest, most mind-blowing sex you will ever have. Especially knowing it was your son that knocked you up. Trust me, as much as Marcum is a fantastic lover, the moment I slid my pussy down my son's cock it was like I entered a whole new world. And you know your son will give you a hundred percent better than what you would find trying to pick up some stranger in a bar, and probably safer too."

"But how?"

"Simple hon' he's an eighteen-year-old boy; they're always horny," Angie giggled. "I'm sure you know your son well enough to tease him. To flaunt that body of yours to his eyes. You're the same age as I am, and if you're like me, you're horny pretty much every day. So why not pluck the fruit close to the tree, as it were?"

"I don't know if I can, Angie," Gloria sighed as she sank down into her seat. Wrapping her hands around the stem of her wine glass.

"You want to have a baby, right?" To this, Gloria nodded firmly. "And you can't take a strange man to your bed, can you?" Seeing Gloria shaking her head.

"No, if I'm going to have another child, I want the father to be someone I love, not some stray off the street," Gloria muttered truthfully.

"Then that only leaves one man, your son," Angie said, patting her friend's hand. "Unless you want to divorce Maverick, and that could take years if he's an ass about it."

"But do you really think Andrew would even give me a second look?" Gloria asked, feeling very self-conscious at that moment.

"Come with me," Angie directed, taking hold of Gloria's hand and leading her from the kitchen table to her bedroom. "What do you see?" she asked from behind Gloria as she had her stand in front of her full-length mirror.

"A sad woman."

"No, forget that for right now; what do you see?" Angie asked once again. "Do you want to know what I see?" Resting her chin on Gloria's left shoulder, watching her nod in the mirror. "I see a vibrant woman; I just love the color of your hair; it's so rich and full, it goes so well with my skin tone. Plus, you don't have to spend twenty minutes just straightening it out," smiling at her friend, "you see these," lifting up Gloria's 40C breasts, "for a woman at our age, you have to know they still turn every man's head at the community pool; I know I've caught my husband stealing glances at them. Just think of your son's hands on them, his lips tracing every inch of them," Angie whispered heatedly into her friend's ear as she rolled Gloria's breasts in her hands. "And this, I know how hard you work to keep the weight off," patting Gloria's stomach, "I am your gym partner, after all. So I can testify to all the hours of blood, sweat and tears you put in to keep yourself appealing to your husband. These legs, Gloria, I've heard my son masturbating, wishing they were wrapped around him." Noting how Gloria was coming out of her funk as she went on and on, getting slightly aroused. Watching Gloria jump slightly when she slapped Gloria's ass playfully. "Don't you want your son to see how this tight ass bounces when he's behind you, pounding your pussy to sweet bliss," Angie whispered sinfully into Gloria's ear.

"Would you help me?"

"Of course, what are friends for?!" Angie said with a wide smile on her lips. "When's you're next ovulation?" she asked as they walked arm and arm out of her bedroom.

"Two weeks."

"Good, that gives us time to lay the groundwork; you just don't want to walk in naked and bend over in front of your son and say fuck me. That would scare him off; we have to make him see you as a woman and just not his mother," Angie spoke, patting Gloria's arm. "How long can you hold Mav off from having sex with you?"

"As long as I need to," Gloria said sternly. "Why?"

"Because if you're going to take your son as your lover, then you want that pussy all nice and tight for him so when he does slip that hard cock of his into you, and it is nice," Gloria's head snapped over to her friend when she uttered those words, "your pussy will be eager and ready to mold to his dick, imprinting its shape into it."

"How do you know what my son's cock looks like?" Gloria asked in a motherly tone.

"Accidently, walked in on him at your house one time. I would have sucked him off right then, given what he was doing. So I know you're just going to love fucking that hard cock of his," Angie replied, shooting her friend a coy grin. "Do you really want to know?" she inquired, seeing that questioning look in Gloria's eyes. Leaning in and whispering what she had seen, "Now do you think that will feel good deep inside of that pussy of yours?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes, it will!" Gloria couldn't help it; her body started to react, picturing her son, not as the boy she raised, but as the man who was going to give her another child. The man who was going to be between her legs. Pleasuring her, teasing her, touching... her to her heart's content.

"Now, first, we have to get you a new sexy wardrobe," Angie giggled when she noted Gloria's shocked eyes. "Come now, honey, if that man is cheating on you, don't you want him to sweat thinking that you're cheating on him?" she asked with a devious smile, seeing Gloria nodding vehemently. "He'll be spending his own money trying to figure out who it is when in truth, your new beau is right under his nose. He'll be going insane trying to find this 'man' when you won't ever wear these new garments for him. Only for your new lover, can you do that?"

"Oh, hell, yes!" Gloria said in determination. Yet, teasing her son was one thing; having sex with him was another beast altogether. "But... wasn't it weird? You know, having sex with Bret the first time?"

"I'm not going to lie, it was, but at the time, I had been flirting back and forth with him. Then one night, I got really horny, and Marcum was out of town visiting his brother. Of course, Bret was taken aback when I walked into his room naked. He was definitely surprised when I yanked down his shorts and swallowed his cock. And well, you can infer what happened next," Angie said, reliving that blissful moment. "God, he has a thick cock, just thinking of it gets my pussy just humming. I walked out the next morning sore but utterly satisfied. Now, Marcum did freak out, but I calmed him down, and the fact Sophia listened to Bret fucking me that night, I saw no reason not to include her. So Marcum's ire quickly cooled when she came into our bedroom and kneeled down in front of her father naked, and well, you get the idea. Now when I need a good fuck I go to Bret if Marcum isn't home or if Sophia isn't riding her father. I never deprive my man of my sweet pussy that I know he loves. I'll guide you through it all, hon' I'm not about to abandon you; not now, not ever! Friends don't do that when they're in need."

"As weird as this all is, I don't know if I could go through with it without you in my corner," Gloria whispered as she brought Angie into a hug.

"If you two need a place to, you know, you just call me, and you two come over, and we'll give you two the privacy you two will need if Maverick is home," Angie responded in a caring voice as she rubbed her friend's back. "We'll go shopping Saturday; Andrew won't know what hit him when his sexy mother is prancing about. You can do this; believe in yourself," she whispered as she held onto Gloria's shoulders lightly. "And trust me, having a younger man between your legs is hours of fun," Angie cooed, wiggling her eyebrows, causing Gloria to laugh. "And think, if he's still a virgin, you can teach him. That's twice the fun!"

"Thanks for the pep talk and the wine; I'll see you, Saturday!" Gloria called out as she stood behind her open driver's side door.

"Anytime hon', that's what friends are for!" Angie replied with a warm, friendly smile, waving to Gloria as she backed out of her driveway and headed off to her house on the other side of the subdivision. Reaching behind her back and pulling out her phone, bringing up her husband's number.

"Hey, babe, something wrong?"

"There might be; I was wondering if you could do me a small wee favor," Angie said, all sweet-like as she shut the front door.

"How much?"

"I don't know you're the P.I. how much do you charge yourself?"

"Huh? He what?! Of all the stupid things..." Angie could hear Marcum sigh over the phone when she told him everything Gloria had told her. "Yeah, I have to agree with you, a man, a married man doesn't do that unless he's cheating. Okay, I'll handle this personally for Gloria's sake. I hate that this is happening to her. She was so looking forward to having that baby."

"There still might be hope for her," Angie mused.

"Okay, you're definitely going to have to tell me, but not over the phone; we'll talk tonight."

"You know I will," Angie uttered, swooning in her kitchen.

Andrew groaned loudly, glad to be home from school as the front door to his home closed behind him. His Nikon D5600 DSLR camera dangled from his neck. He was in the photography club at his high school. He had taken some good shots of some landscapes, and a few people just living their lives as he walked home. While his camera was expensive for a high schooler; his parents had explained to him if he wanted it, he would have to earn it. Which he did working jobs here and there around the neighborhood for a few bucks until he came up with half of the cost, and his parents covered the other half. Now with it, he's been taking photos left and right. A few of his pictures were going to be used in this year's yearbook. He had also managed to sell a few of his landscape photos; not for a lot of money, but they were sold, nonetheless. 'Foot in the door,' was the mantra he would always repeat to himself when one did sell.

"Hey, baby, how was school?" Gloria asked, wearing a smile on her face at the sight of her son.

"Long." A smile lifted the corner of his lips at his mother's chuckle.

"I do remember school feeling like that. Go on, put your things away," Gloria uttered, slyly noting how his eyes dipped down in that male instinct when her braless breasts bounced when she headed off to the kitchen. "I'll bring you a snack so you can study," she said over her shoulder, putting a little sway in her hips. She didn't want to rush this; she didn't want her son running screaming out of the house when she made her move. No. She wanted her son eager and willing to be hers and hers alone.

"Thanks, Mom," Andrew said when she set a glass of ice-cold root beer down on his desk and a granola bar beside it to tide him over until dinner. "You're welcome, honey," Gloria whispered, bending forward, making sure one of her breasts brushed against his shoulder when she placed a kiss on the top of his head. "So..." Walking over to his bed and lowering herself down onto it, "I haven't heard any talk about a girl lately. Oh, honey, I didn't mean..." Seeing the sadness flooding her son's face.

"It's okay, Mom, you didn't know," Andrew sighed, "Celest dumped me."

"What?! Why?" Gloria sat up, incensed that anyone would dump her sweet boy.

"It's embarrassing, Mom," Andrew muttered, bowing his head and focusing on his work.

"Honey, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"I know, but this isn't something you want to hear," Andrew mumbled.

"Okay, honey, but when you're ready, you know I'll be here to listen," Gloria spoke in a caring tone as she rose from her seat on his bed, "and when you do, you know I'll never judge you," she cooed in a loving voice as she ran her fingers lightly through her son's hair. "You may never know, I might be able to help," Gloria said in an ominous tone as she departed her son's room.

"Oh, my, God. I can't believe I just did that?!" Gloria whispered low as her back pressed against the refrigerator. Her hand rested over her heart, feeling how franticly it was beating. It didn't matter that it was her son; it was the first time she's ever flirted with anyone outside of her marriage. However, what she wasn't expecting was how thrilling it felt or how alive she felt at that moment. Nevertheless, her joyful mood was short-lived when her eyes glanced over to the clock on the microwave. Knowing her husband would be home soon. "Deny me another child for fifteen years, will you. Well, the only sex you'll ever get is from your whores!" Gloria growled.

Maverick hummed as he walked through the garage door once he had returned from work that evening. "Hey..." His voice died in his throat as his wife's eyes cut hard to him. "Shit?! What the fuck did I step into now?"

"So, couldn't even bother to call me, huh? When you knew today was important to me. Nah, you just blow it off like you do almost everything I deem important. Save your fucking breath; I don't want to hear your voice at the moment, just get out of my sight."

"Hon..."

"Are you going deaf? What part of 'I don't want to hear your damn voice' didn't you understand?"

Raising his hands in surrender, he knew she was going to be pissed. Yet, really, Maverick wasn't about to show up and have to explain why he has no sperm count. He wasn't a fool. He would take being in the dog house for a few weeks rather than a divorce when he would most likely have to move into an apartment and pay out the ass in alimony given his and his wife's vast difference in pay scale. It wasn't that he didn't love his son, which he did, yet having more children would put a cramp on his travel along with the benefits that went along with it. In the form of his traveling companion, Margie. Who was married too and, like him, dedicated to her job. Who would rather have bareback sex than with a condom on, given how her own husband was sterile. She couldn't risk getting pregnant; she had far too much to lose, as did he. So, as long as they stuck to their plans, which had worked out well for the past fifteen years, then they knew their spouses wouldn't be the wiser. Maverick also knew if the doctor had told her about his sperm count, Gloria would have said something the moment he walked in. So he knew he was in the free and clear.

"I'll... okay then, maybe more than a few weeks," Maverick muttered low as his wife flipped him off over the back of the couch. "At least I have that trip next week," he said to himself as he walked to the master bedroom to change out of his clothes after greeting his son, who waved as he chewed on his granola bar.

"Here," Gloria sneered, dropping Maverick's plate onto the table, causing him to slide back.

"I know your..."

"You don't know shit," Gloria spat venomously.

Maverick wasn't a stupid man; he knew when to keep his mouth closed. It wasn't lost on him when his wife sat at the other end of the table.

"There's no need to rush baby, you'll choke if you eat too fast," Gloria said when Andrew was shoveling his food into his mouth.

"I know, but I don't want to be struck by the shrapnel," Andrew joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't you worry, Andrew, I'll give you plenty of warning to duck and cover when the time comes," Gloria said, giving her son a playful wink.

Maverick was all the more willing to let his son take his wife's attention away from him so he could consume his meal as quickly as possible without having to worry about dodging a knife while in the middle of it. With his plate safely stored in the sink, Maverick made a hasty retreat to the guest bedroom, where he would spend the rest of the evening, to weather the wrath of his wife.

"Mom?"

"Don't you worry about it, Andrew; it's not your problem," Gloria said lightly, laying her hand on his left forearm. Giving it a gentle rub and smiling warmly at her son. "So, how was your club today?"

"Pretty much the same; got some great pictures on the way home, though," Andrew said offhandedly. Wondering why his mother hadn't removed her hand yet like she would normally have.

"Oh? You'll have to show me after we finish up here. So how's school going? Are you ready for the winter break?" Gloria asked, bringing her fork up to her lips.

"Yeah, just not the exams," Andrew chuckled.

"Maybe I can help you study. You know you have to keep your grades up if you want to get into that photography program."

"I know, only if it won't be too much of a burden to you," Andrew said, looking sadly down into his meal, knowing Celest was his study partner.

"Honey, don't you worry about her; it's her loss, not yours. You never know, I hear there are some older women on the prowl for a young buck like yourself," Gloria said, wondering if he caught her subtle hint. It appeared her son hadn't when she heard his low 'I wish' leave his lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart, you always help me clean up," Gloria said, loud enough for Maverick to hear, all the while she held her son close to her. Slyly rubbing her right breast on Andrew's chest as she did. Biting the inside of her cheek when Andrew looked bashfully away. "Oh, that's why, stupid girl, he's mine now. Unlike you, I'm going to show him all the tricks," she spoke in her mind.

"Oh, that's a pretty one," Gloria cooed as she sat beside her son, running her right hand along his back. Her touch was light on his ear as she ran the pad of her finger along it. "Am I distracting you, baby?"

"N..." Clearing his throat, "No," Andrew uttered.

"Good, now let's see the next one," Gloria stated with a smile on her lips. For the next hour, she had her hand on her son. A light touch here, a gentle caress there, all so Andrew would start to see her as a woman and not just his mother. By the end of it, she could see that she did get a reaction out of him. Wondering if what Angie had said was true, which she had no reason to believe Angie had lied, not with what she had revealed to her that afternoon. When it came time to crack open his books, Gloria would lightly press her breasts against his arm as she helped him with his studying. Then she noticed the growing wet spot in his pants. Not a sign that he had came in them, but a steady stream of pre-cum soaking into the material. Placing a kiss on his temple, knowing she'd teased her son enough for one night. She wasn't going to embarrass him with him messing his pants, at least not yet.

Gloria stood outside her son's closed door with her ear pressed against it. Biting her lip as she listened to his frantic pace to free his manhood. Feeling her body heating when the sounds of his fapping and soft groans were because of her. Wondering what her son's ejaculation looked like as she listened on. She felt so naughty while she knew he was thinking of someone else when Andrew stroked his cock, yet she knew it was because of her that he was doing it in the first place. Silently tiptoeing away from his door, not bothering to glance into the guest bedroom as she passed to ready herself for the night. She did have an aroused kitty to take care of, and her husband was never going to get her pussy again after she enacted her plan to make Maverick think the child was his, then he would never touch her sexually again. That was, of course, if she didn't have the urge to have a third child. Then Maverick would come in handy.

The next morning...

Andrew awoke to his mother standing over him, rousing him from his sleep like she always did on the mornings he had school. However, this morning was far different than any others, for the sheer fact that his mother's robe, a robe that came down to her mid-thigh that he's only seen her in occasionally, showed off more cleavage than she normally did. Andrew also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra again. He tried not to draw attention to it, yet his cock had a mind of its own.

"Wake up, sleepy head, or you'll miss breakfast," Gloria said, smiling sweetly down at her son. She played off that she didn't notice his covers beginning to rise. "Andrew, I wish you would put your clothes in the hamper like I have asked you to," she grumbled in false annoyance as she bent over at the hips, knowing the robe and her nightgown would rise up enough to show off the bottom quarter of her ass. Biting her lip when she slyly turned her head, noting how her son was at full mast at that moment.

"Sorry, Mom, I promise it won't happen again," Andrew answered, unable to tear his eyes away from what he was seeing.

"It better not, or you don't want to know what I'll do to you," Gloria teased, tossing his clothes into the hamper as she passed it.

Andrew had to beat off two times that morning before his cock would even begin to settle down. Breakfast didn't help matters either as he tried to keep his eyes off his mother as she sat across from him. Cocking an eyebrow when a 'Shit!' filled their home when his father awoke and the wicked grin spread across his mother's lips.

"I turned off his alarm," Gloria whispered impishly.

Andrew tried not to laugh; while childish, he couldn't deny it wasn't funny given his father's strict morning habits. He knew his father hated to be late to anything. Having his morning ritual interrupted normally put a burr in his side for the rest of the day.

"Why didn't you wake me!" Maverick raced towards the master bath for a quick shower and shave.

"Why the fuck would I?" Gloria spat out; whether or not Maverick heard it, no one could say. "What?" she asked, noting her son's shocked expression.

"You said 'fuck'?!" Andrew uttered in feigned horror.

"Please," rolling her eyes, "fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck, fuck, fuck," Gloria said in a teasing tone. Her smile lifted the corners of her lips as her son laughed madly in his seat.

"You'll know when to read this," Gloria said, slipping a note she had written and folding it up like she used to in high school with the impression of her lips in dark red lipstick on the outside opposite of where the folds were. "It should irk that girl, now you have a good day at school," she whispered, winking at her son.

"Bye, Mom, be safe going into work," Andrew uttered, placing a kiss on Gloria's cheek before heading out the door.

"Love you!" Gloria called out from the open door.

"Love you too, Mom!" Andrew's voice filled the air as he waved before breaking into a jog to make it to his bus stop on time.

Andrew was sitting in his fourth-period class. Copying the board as his teacher rambled on about the chapter they were on. He tried not to notice. Nonetheless, it was inevitable, given she sat three seats in front him in the row beside him. Noticing how she would constantly glance back at him. Then his mother's words from that morning popped into his mind and the note she had stuffed into his pocket.

It wasn't lost on him at how wide Celest's eyes were when he made sure she noted the lips on the paper. He didn't know why his mother had given it to him. Yet it seemed to be working; at least to his mind, it appeared to be working.

"Hi, baby!" Instantly a smile appeared on his lips, which only infuriated Celest more when she saw it. "If you're smiling, keep it up. If not, do so. It will irk her to no end! Because she doesn't want you to move on. If she's like anything, I remember those types of girls in high school; she wants you all broody and listless. Shift in your seat a little, make her think I said something sexy to you." He did, yet the image of her ass cheeks flashed in his mind making him involuntary reach beneath his desk to ensure his manhood wouldn't be notable. "Now I was thinking about how you and I don't spend much time together these days. I want to change that. Are you up for it?" Andrew glanced up from his note, noticing how Celest was fuming in her seat. Putting the note down as the teacher began to turn around only to have him call her out.

That was when she pulled out her compact using the mirror to watch him as he continued to read his mother's elegant handwriting. "If you are, maybe we could have like a movie night or something like that. Me snuggling up to you, the lights low, just the two of us, would you like that?" Again, Andrew shifted in his seat a little more notably this time. His eyes glanced up when he heard the snapping of a pencil. "Now, you best turn your attention back to your teacher. I hope this helps, baby. I'll see you at home." Andrew had no idea why his mother signed her name instead of her title. Nevertheless, it worked, and he couldn't be happier about it.

"Who is she!" Celest shouted, getting in Andrew's face, out in the hallway after fourth period.

"Why the fuck do you care? You dumped me remember? So who I hang out with is none of your damn concern!" Andrew shouted right back. "Did I get up in your damn face after I caught you making out with that dumb ass whose only skill is tossing a football for an hour, a whole damn hour after you broke my heart?! No, I didn't, want to know why? Because you broke up with me! Since you're so interested in me now, I'll tell you something. She's ten times hotter than you will ever be and older, so go, suck the tongue of that disease-riddled jock and stay out of my life," he said, waving her off. Noting how her head shot back, her mouth agape in disbelief as he spun on his heel. "I can't believe I called my own mother hot," he exclaimed in his mind as he ran his hand down his face as he walked to his next class.

"Hi, baby, how was school?" Gloria asked, standing in her son's doorway once she got home from her job where she worked as a secretary for an advertising firm (given the hours it gave her to be home with her son when he was growing up), at four o'clock that afternoon.

"It worked like a fucking charm?!" Andrew exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. "Sorry, Mom."

"You, young man, can't say that word unless you're fucking someone in this house," Gloria stated, dropping her innuendo. "So tell me how it went?!" she said excitedly as she bounded into his room. Her dark chocolate hair bounced against her back as she quickly scooted over to his bed. "She didn't! Typical," Gloria sneered. "I have no idea why some women that age thinks jocks are the best things in the world. They're superficial at best, rude and arrogant at worst. So..." Feeling her cheeks becoming flushed, "did you read everything I wrote?"

"I did," Andrew nodded. "You have pretty handwriting, Mom."

"Thank you, baby," Gloria said in a bashful tone. It had been some time since anyone complimented her on her handwriting. "So, about my suggestion?"

"The movie night?" Andrew asked, seeing his mother nod. "Sure, but can we like do it tomorrow? I just have a lot of studying to do tonight."

"Of course, baby," smiling lovingly at him, "it's a date," Gloria chirped happily. Wondering if her son would realize that that would be the start of the final stage of the seduction of her son. She couldn't deny how her body heated at the thought of what was to come.

That night after dinner, the atmosphere felt like an ice box when Gloria glared at her husband, yet that would thaw when she spoke to her son. After dinner, Gloria found herself once again in her son's room. However, unlike last night she stood behind him. Allowing her son's head to rest between her breasts as she leaned over him. Her hands ran along his shoulders and down his chest as she helped her son to study for the exams that were approaching. Biting the inside of her lip as she had that cock of his standing for her, keeping its hardness for over an hour. She so wanted to reach down and touch it. Just to see if it would throb in her hand for her.

Yet, she needed to take this slow. She didn't want to scare her son off. Given the bashfulness she has seen in her son, she knew he was a virgin. Something she was very, very happy to know, and she couldn't wait to take that cherry of his. Feeling him tensing up as she leaned down and her lips brushed against his ear. Whispering that she needed to take care of some household chores before bed, in truth, she was fucking wet, and she so needed to cum! However, like the night before, she stood outside his closed door and listened to her son masturbating. Wondering if he was thinking about her as he touched himself. Picturing her on her knees between his legs at his computer table. Bobbing her head on that hard pole of his, having his hot load shooting into her mouth.

Pondering how long it would take for Andrew to start to whisper her name when he relieved himself. Yearning to have her on top of him, riding that hard cock and having his seed flooding her womb. Quietly backing away from the door, her thighs trembled as her panties clung to her mound as she walked towards her bedroom. Soon to be the focal point of the new dynamic that was about to descend upon their household.

Gloria laid on her bed, her body writhing in pleasure as she touched herself. Imagining what it would be like to take her son as her lover, to make him the father of their child. Her left hand squeezed her breast as her fingers sped through her wet lips. Her hips lifted off the bed, imagining her son's hands on her hips, taking command of her body. Whimpering in her mind as her lover ravished her body, took her as his woman as he hammered that cock into her wet, hot peach. Her thighs closed around her hand as her body quaked; her muscles trembled and spasmed as her intense orgasm flooded her body.

The next morning...

Andrew was once again awoken to the sight from yesterday. However, he noticed how her nipples were starting to harden before his eyes. Which, as you can imagine, played havoc on his virgin mind. The moment his mother placed a kiss on his right cheek, his cock instantly grew to full hardness at the feel of his mother's hard nipple brushing against his shoulder. "That's for picking up after yourself," Gloria whispered in a sinful tone into his ear. He almost blew his load right there as he watched how she swayed her hips when she strolled out of his room.

He knew it was wrong, so wrong, yet he couldn't help it. All he could picture in his mind was his mother, opening that robe of hers. His hands cradling her breasts as she leaned over him. The soft mews that would escape her lips as he played with her nipples. That lustful voice beckoning him to touch her lower as she guided his hand down her body. The way she would beg for him to touch her sex, to urge him to slip his... "Fuck!" Andrew erupted, splattering his stomach and chest in his cum.

Andrew walked into the kitchen dressed for school when his mother was waving his father off when he heard his father telling her he had to go out of town for the next week. Which he would be leaving early that Sunday morning. He noted how his mother's indifference towards his father was irking him. Andrew could always remember when his mother would always touch his father, flashing him that smile whenever they were in the same room. Pondering just what his father had done to really piss his mother off.

"Eat, baby, or you'll be late for school," Gloria smiled at her son when he sat down beside her.​