Incest/Taboo Mom's Fertility Clinic

Mom

Sitting behind the wheel, I drove home. I'd just finished work, and I was exhausted. With an upcoming economic downturn, there weren't many who had babies and sex on their minds. Add an already impotent generation on top of it and it spelled disaster for my business. I sighed and wasn't sure what to do. Isabella had joked yesterday that I could join my son's business. She had told me that he sure would have good use for a good-looking woman like me.

I shook my head. I asked myself whether my sister was joking, but some of her jokes could be really lewd, especially when they went into the incest territory. I had to talk to her if she continued making those lewd remarks.

I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I walked up to the door but almost dropped my key. I stared at the garden where four six-foot flowers rose from the soil. I blinked and slowly walked up to them. My eyes swept over them, and it took some time to muster my courage to touch the stem. It was thick, incredibly erect and strong. I glanced up at the flower. The petals were dark blue and the eyes were yellow. I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the floral perfume. It was heavenly, perhaps the most heavenly scent I'd ever inhaled.

Taking a step back, I drank in the beauty of the flower. I appreciated the prettiness of them till all the questions started flooding my brain. "Where the hell did they come from?"

I'd never seen nor heard of anything like it. My daughter loved flowers, but she was at the riding camp. My son... I shook my head and was unsure how he could've had a finger in this.

I sat on my haunches and studied the soil. I saw some white crust and touched it, examining it. I arched an eyebrow and sniffed it. It smelled and had the same texture as cum, making me believe once again he might have a finger in this.

Yesterday when I had made dinner for us, he acted incredibly strange. Then there was the sudden noise when my sister and I had been topless. Could he have masturbated to us? The question made me feel surprisingly good for a second, but I quickly tried to suppress it. The cum must have certainly come from him, but he probably had watched something else.

Either way, I had to talk to Isabella before he came home. I quickly shot her a text, Do you have time?

Sounds urgent, she replied.

Kind of, I sent her.

Come over, she texted me back with a smiley.

Is your daughter home?

So, it will be about sex?

I rolled my eyes. I took a photo of the flowers and sent them to her. She saw the message, which was followed by a long pause.

I'm on my way, she replied, making me laugh.

After ten minutes, I could hear the engine of her car. She pulled into the driveway and hopped out. Dressed in a tight skirt and a matching top, my little sister came running to me. "Holy moly," Isabella said and her jaw hit the grass. She raised her trembling hand and pointed. "Where did you find those?"

"Right here," I said.

"What?" Isabella said, puzzled. She stepped up to them and curled her fingers around the thick girth, stroking it to check the authenticity. "It's so thick and strong... But they were small and limp yesterday."

"I have a million questions swirling through my head as well," I said. "But I found a clue."

"What's that?" Isabella asked as if dying to get to the bottom of it.

I squatted and picked up the crusted cum that I'd discovered earlier. I held up my hand to let her examine it. I knew that she knew what it was because of her profession. "That's cum," Isabella said and raised her eyes back to me.

"I know," I said.

My sister put the puzzle pieces together, and her lips slid into a victorious grin. "Do you think it's your son's cum?" she asked and couldn't suppress her giggles. She could sound like a teenager at times.

"Who else?" I asked and gave her a look.

She gasped. "Yesterday when we heard that noise... I think your son reached the big O."

"It could have happened later that day," I said. It made sense when I thought about it, but I didn't want her to start talking about incest again. I tried to tell myself it would make me sick, but surprisingly, it didn't.

"Come on... both of us were topless," Isabella said. "Why are you so afraid to admit this? I've seen him check you out several times--"

"Issy--stop!" I cut her off. "He's my son."

"You need to learn how to leave cultural norms aside," she said, wrinkling her nose as if I had offended her. "Either way, it can't have come from anywhere else. Nice, you have an exceptionally potent son." She tittered and slapped her thigh.

I reached for the flower and stroked it again. I knew my son was strong and handsome. He certainly must be as well-endowed manhood-wise as he was brain-wise. As I continued to stroke the stem, I started imagining it was my son's cock. I hadn't had a man inside me for so long, and the taboo thrill of being fucked by my own blood made my pussy suddenly wet and warm.

"Who are you thinking of?" Isabella asked.

I let go of the flower. "Nothing," I said, swallowing hard.

"Hey... Since he's so potent, he could help you out at the fertility clinic," she said and ended her sentence with an obvious wink.

I had thought about it before, but I'd always pushed those ideas aside as far-fetched and lewd. But now that I stared at the flower, I knew she might have a point. This day had been brutal, and I knew the upcoming days would be too. It didn't feel like I had much of a choice. "We do not know for a fact whether his cum did this or not."

"Oh, come on, sis," Isabella said with an eye roll. "We have the evidence. I have a feeling he got unprecedented cum, and can certainly give you a helping hand at your business."

"But he's already busy," I said.

"As if a son wouldn't want to help out his mother," she said and waggled her eyebrows. "And besides, you just need his cum and then he'll be off for the day. If you employ some hot woman to help him with it, it's not like he will decline."

I gave it second thoughts. I knew she had a good point, even if I didn't want to admit it. "Tomorrow... Can you check on his semen? I want definite answers before proceeding. I don't want our close relationship to be ruined because of your fetish."

"It's your fetish equally as mine," she insisted. "And besides, I'll happily help you out. Family first." She grinned. My sister could be full of sexual innuendos. "I'll talk to him later. I'll let you know how it went in the evening."

"I'll be waiting," she said and kissed my cheek.

I went outside the terrace and put the pot of stew on the table when my son opened the door. "I'm home," he said, sounding a lot more confident than he did yesterday. I met him in the foyer. Standing at six foot three, my son was exceptionally good-looking. I easily understood how girls were crazy for him, especially with those muscles, jawline and shoulder-length hair. If his business would go south, I knew he could easily make it in Hollywood if he wanted to.

"How was the gym?" I asked him. He put the camera bag aside and neatly placed his shoes on the shoe rack.

"Tiring as always," he said. "I got some nice clips though for my upcoming products."

"Business going well, eh?"

"It's all gravy," he said. "Thank you for being supportive."

"Anything for you," I said and pressed my lips to his forehead. I had kissed him there many times before, but this was the first time a blush crept up on his cheeks. I tried moving away, so I didn't create an uncomfortable situation. But I couldn't help but ask myself why he reacted that way, especially after the discovery.

We sat down outside on the terrace and ate together. We talked as usual about various topics. "How's sis doing?" he asked me.

"Fine," I said with a smile. When I gave birth to my daughter, I had been paranoid that there would be fights, but my son and daughter had always gotten along well. In fact, Leia could be a bit clingy to Leo now and then. I understood it well since he was so popular. Leo also looked after her, which I appreciated. "She sent me some photos." I fished out my phone from my pocket and showed him.

"So long she doesn't fall off from that thing," he said.

I chuckled. "She's too skilled for that... What happened to Julie?" I inquired. It must have been one of his quickest relationships. I thought of starting with a mellow topic and making my way to his semen checkup.

He shoveled some more food into his mouth. He ate a lot, and it honored me that he enjoyed my food. "Nothing special," he said with a shrug. "She was a bit too paranoid."

"Because of you finding another girl?" I said and understood where she came from.

"Yeah," he said.

"I can't blame her," I said.

He gave me a look. "What about your clinic? How's it going?"

He was good at changing topics. "Not well," I admitted.

He looked concerned for me and didn't eat so eagerly any longer. "What's not going well?"

"It's difficult to find donors... and we get less and less women needing help with pregnancies."

"Is it the women not wanting children or the opposite?" he asked.

"I think it's a bit more complicated than that," I said and took a sip of water, spilling on my chest and soaking my white top, revealing the outer parts of my breasts. "Sorry about that."

"No worries," he said, but I caught him looking at my chest again, which he had done more lately.

I took a napkin and tried to dry myself as much as possible. I also slipped my hand inside my top and dabbed it around my boobs, making him eat a bit slower. "Women are losing hope. Men are becoming less and less interested in having children. Also, the economic downturn is just fueling the situation. Every woman wants a child, but not every man can provide them one."

"Shouldn't this help your business?"

"Unfortunately, no," I said with a sigh. "The less demand for babies, the less demand for fertility solutions. The products and treatments get worse every year."

"I see," he said. "I wish I could help."

I looked him in the eyes for a minute. They were the same color as mine, and whenever he would be there for me, I felt so good. It was like I had butterflies in my belly. "Thank you."

"You were there for me when I started," he said. "I can't think of any other parent who would encourage their son not to pursue college."

"College is a waste of time, trust me," I told him. I glanced to the side and was notified of the flowers again. I tried to figure out a way to bring this up without making him uncomfortable. While I kept my eyes on the flowers, he turned in that direction as well. He almost spat out the food back on his plate but quickly brought a napkin to his lips.

"Are those real?"

"I was about to get there," I said. "I discovered them when I got home."

He fixed his eyes on them. "Are they real or not?"

"As real as they could get," I said.

He brushed his lips with the napkin. Despite having his belly full, he rose to his feet. "Can I check?"

"Come," I said. I had also finished eating. I pushed the plate aside and took him with me to the flowers. He stared at them in awe, his eyes sweeping over them. He reached for the stem, touching it timidly and pulled the flower head to his nose, drawing in a deep breath. "I'm lost for words... Are you playing me? Did you plant them here?"

"What, no," I said. "They were there when I arrived."

"But they must have come from somewhere," he said.

"Well, yesterday, did you do something during the evening?" I inquired, watching him closely.

"What do you mean?" he asked, reeling back from me.

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't run away from me."

"I'll never run away from you," he reassured me.

"Did you happen to enjoy yourself and something happened to come out of the window?" I sounded ridiculous, but I wasn't sure how else I could phrase it.

"Mom, that's absurd," he said and gave me a questionable look.

"Do you have any other ideas?" I asked him and searched his face.

"I don't but..."

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, looking relieved for a moment to leave this subject behind.

"Can you do a semen checkup at my sister's place tomorrow?"

He looked mildly uncomfortable at first. He mulled it over, and the silence was borderline awkward. "Even if it was from me," he said and jerked his head at the flowers, "why does it matter?"

"Maybe if what I suspect is true... you could help me out at the fertility clinic."

"What kind of help?" he asked and watched me carefully.

"You know what I mean," I said. "Maybe you have such potent seed that you can help with fertility treatments."

He burst out laughing but stopped when realizing I was serious. "I thought you were joking."

"I'm not," I said.

"Alright," he said and yielded. "I can meet her tomorrow."

I opened my arms and pulled him in a warm hug. I felt elated.​