Incest/Taboo Mom's Fertility Clinic

Mom

I leaned back in the chair, enjoying the sunny weather. I was waiting for my sister to come. I picked up my phone and looked at her text again. It's urgent. I need to see you. ASAP!

I wrote to her back that I was home and that Leo was at the gym like usual. She could come whenever she wanted. I wondered what it might be, but I already knew it had something to do with my son's semen. I tried to avoid the topic yesterday. I could tell it made him uncomfortable. I also noticed that he acted a bit strange, similar to how he'd acted when I believed he'd masturbated to me. But in the end, I thanked him, and I was grateful he was willing to help me.

I scrolled through some photos of my daughter in the meantime, glad she was enjoying her time at the riding camp. It had been my favorite hobby too before I became pregnant and work and child-rearing devoured me. I sincerely hoped that my son would be my rescue.

My little sister didn't go through the door but came running into the garden and up the terrace. She was out of breath, and her hair was tousled. She plopped down onto the chair. I arched an eyebrow. It looked as if she had run a mile. "Do you want a cup of water or a shower?" I asked her, seeing a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

She panted and tried catching her breath. "There are so many things I need to tell you I don't even know where to start."

"Catch your breath first and I'll get you something to drink." I rose, but she grabbed my wrist.

"My breath is fine," she insisted, huffing and puffing.

I chuckled. "I'm all ears then."

"Okay, first of all, your son is well-endowed, unlike any other man I've ever seen."

"What?" I said with hints of disgust and envy. "You watched him?"

"I helped him," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"With what?"

"Sometimes men find it a bit difficult to masturbate when there's someone on the other end, so I gave him a helping hand."

My mouth opened when I realized she wasn't kidding. "Issy, that's completely inappropriate."

"As if you could have resisted him," she said and crossed her arms under her chest, giving them a gentle lift.

"You're his aunt. You shouldn't be doing that. No wonder he looked so uncomfortable yesterday."

"Uncomfortable?" she replied questionably. "I took him to heaven. He even admitted it was one of his greatest orgasms ever."

"You just used your hands."

"My lips too," she admitted and waggled her eyebrows.

My frown just deepened.

"It's not like we haven't experimented either," she said.

"Tone it down," I told her and accepted what she had done. "This isn't legal exactly."

"Whatever," Isabella said with a carefree shrug. "His cock is really big."

"As if that's a surprise," I said but couldn't help but ask, "How big are we talking?"

My little sister grinned and pulled her fingers apart inch for inch. I was baffled. You wouldn't even find men like that in porn. I imagined how it would look in front of me: the throbbing vein, the purple suckable head and his two beautiful balls. Thinking of his equipment made me wet. "You're exaggerating."

"See it for yourself."

"I won't," I said and shook my head. But deep inside me, I knew I wanted to. My wet vagina didn't lie.

"It's not just his cock, but his testicles were abnormal, like the size of two tangerines, and they had this glowing, pink complexion."

"What does that mean?" I asked her.

"Well, I got an answer to that question when I took him deep down my throat, sucking and enjoying my nephew's shaft till he whimpered in pleasure--"

"Just get to the point," I cut her off. "No need to describe a porno scene."

"Once he came, he fired buckets of cum. He hit me so hard in the face that I fell back. After the first and second blast, he kept firing, hitting the ceiling and the wall."

I searched her face, looking for clues in case she was joking. "What?"

"I'm not joking," she said and grabbed my arm. "The cum was way saltier and stronger tasting as well."

I rolled my eyes and should've guessed she tasted his cum too. "Why am I surprised?"

"As if you could have resisted!" she hurled back at me. "And here comes the part you've been waiting for."

"You went for round two and decided to fuck him?"

"You wish," she said with a laugh. "I examined his cum, and he got an abnormal amount of semen. Ten billion sperm per milliliter of semen. He got really, really potent cum."

I was glad she finally got to the point. I threw a glance at the flowers that still stood so tall and pretty outside. It all made sense now. "So, it was his cum that made the flowers grow?"

"Without a doubt... And I also think it'll be his cum that will help your business."

It dawned on me then that she had a point. If his cum could make flowers grow to that size and was so potent as she described it, it certainly should be able to help a woman become pregnant. I had always thought of him helping me and the two of us pursuing a family business. But he had grown so quickly. It wasn't me looking after him any longer but the opposite. "I don't know how to talk to him about this... I'm not even sure how he'll react."

"Leo is a good man. He'll do anything to help you. He knows you're struggling," Isabella said.

She had a point. I knew my son well. Despite me being a single mom for so long, both he and my daughter were well-raised. "I'm not sure how to bring this up without it becoming too awkward."

"Just ease him into it. Tell him about the test results and ask him if he can come over and help you out once in a while... donating his cum."

"I guess," I said and mulled it over.

"And if he finds it uncomfortable... I can give him a helping hand," she said and her lips stretched into a grin.

"That's a firm no," I said sternly. "He might as well do it from his bedroom."

"Don't be a bore," she said.

"Do you know how busy he is?" I asked her. "He burns the midnight oil."

"Where does he find the time to juggle all those girls then?" she asked.

"He is his own boss, so he finds time, but I have heard that some of those breakups have been because the girls complain about the lack of time."

"I see," Isabella said. "I wouldn't have been much different."

"I'll have to talk to him when he gets back home," I said. "But thank you for telling me this."

"Anytime," Isabella said with a smile.

I put the burger patties on the platter and glanced at the clock again. He should be back any minute. I had gone over how to talk to him in my head multiple times. I didn't want to ask for much since I knew he was busy, but maybe a couple of containers of cum a week would be enough. I would be grateful for anything.

He opened the door, and I greeted him by the foyer as usual. "The table is set," I said. My eyes swept over him. He looked so damn attractive. I didn't feel bad admitting it to myself. It made me proud that I'd raised such a big and strong son like him.

"Thank God. I'm exhausted."

"You've been lifting heavy?" I asked and took him out to the terrace. The sun dipped lower, casting its golden light over our garden. As I had him behind me, I suspected he was checking me out. I wasn't sure if it was wishful thinking, but when looking at the window, I saw his reflection and also that his eyes were on my ass.

"That and I ran into some issues with the camera," he said.

"You need to relax," I said and settled down at the table.

"I need to eat too," he said hungrily.

I pushed the platter to him, letting him fill his plate first with buns, patties, cheese, sauce, lettuce and bacon. He made a burger that looked like a little tower, but he pressed the buns together and took a savage bite out of it.

I tried to take my time, eating slowly. He ate as quickly as he usually did, but I tried to slow him down by conversing, which helped a little.

Once there were only crumbs left on his plate, I decided to dive right back into the subject I'd wanted to talk to him about. "My sister came back with the results," I said, which was followed by silence.

He raised his eyes to mine. "And?"

"You have very potent semen," I told him.

He didn't react in a bad way. It was almost as if it made him taller. "Alright... Did she go into details about..." He struggled to finish his sentence, but I clearly knew what he was talking about since my sister had already spilled the beans.

I laid my hand over his, noticing he was trembling a little. "Leo, don't worry about it," I said, making him lower his gaze. "It doesn't matter. But I want to know if you're willing to help me out?"

When I asked him for a favor, he raised his eyes to mine again and didn't seem to bother with the fact that I knew what had happened in my little sister's office. "Of course, I can... But what kind of help?"

"We can start out with a couple of containers with cum, and we'll see how well they'll work on my new clients."

"Sure," he said.

It made a smile break out on my face. "Thank you... I'm not making you uncomfortable?"

"You're making me uncomfortable when you're struggling," he said. "If it'll help, then I'll help. But I find this all so strange... Did my father also have abnormal semen?"

I shook my head. "Nope... You're just well-endowed." I infected him with my smile.

"I suppose," he said. "But please, don't get the wrong idea about me. Isabella and I, we didn't--"

I cut him off, "Leo, it's okay. Don't lose sleep over it."

"Alright," he said with a sigh.

"Also, it would be good if you could give some for my sister to have it examined. Just to make sure everything is as it should be."

"Shouldn't be a problem," he said.

"Again, thank you," I said and felt optimistic about the future.​