Incest/Taboo Mom's Fertility Clinic

Mom

I drove back home from work. I was elated. My son's cum had been an absolute success. Ten women had become pregnant so far, and since they'd been participating in several pregnancy meet-ups, they made sure to spread the word that my fertility solutions were fully functional.

My son saved my business, and I wanted to hug him dearly. I couldn't think of any other son who was as brave as him. I was afraid he would feel uncomfortable, but luckily, he took it well and acted like a man. I wondered if it was because he also wanted this, wanting a closer relationship with me.

I shook my head and believed it to be wishful thinking. I shouldn't be thinking of him in that way, but it was difficult to resist when he was so young and attractive. I hardly believed he looked at me the same way.

I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I was just about to grab my phone when my sister DMed me. I need to talk to you ASAP!

"Again?" I said and chuckled. Come over. I'm home, I sent her. I opened the door and went inside. About ten minutes later, she was already at my doorstep. I greeted her, and it looked as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She took a deep breath, her eyes wide as saucers. "I've made another discovery regarding your son's cum."

Yesterday, he'd been with her. When he came home, he was in an incredibly good mood. I tried to tell myself that it didn't matter what they'd done, so long we prospered and were happy.

"Come in," I welcomed her inside. "I also have some good news."

"His cum is working?" she asked eagerly.

"You bet," I said and led her out to the terrace. "Ten women have been impregnated already, and they're all sharing their stories on social media. I'm starting to think of a business plan to raise the prices. Otherwise, I won't be able to meet the demand."

"Or you can talk your son into working full-time for you," Isabella suggested.

We slumped down on the chairs, letting the sun caress our skin. "You know he's busy... But what's on your heart? Better tell me before it jumps out of your chest."

"Okay, I made a discovery," she said and brought up two containers of cum. Even if I'd been handling my son's seed for more than a week, it always made me smile whenever I saw his healthy load. "When he's exposed to something strong or intense, the sperm count is way greater."

I arched an eyebrow. "Why does it even matter?"

"It does," she said. "First of all, sex is different from masturbation, but for your son, it plays a great role in determining how many sperm there are per milliliter of semen."

"So, sex is a better way to get a woman pregnant?" I questioned.

"Not only sex but while being exposed to something taboo."

I chuckled, so that was what she meant by something strong and intense. Realizing something, I suddenly stiffened. "Hold on, how did you find out about this?"

A grin spread on her lips, and I should've guessed from the beginning. "We had an experiment to take care of."

"Did he fuck you?"

"He sure did," she said, nodding broadly.

My hand flew to my mouth. I pretended to be shocked because that was what society had taught me. Deep inside, I wanted him as well. I wanted him in my warm, wet depths. "Isabella... You're taking this too far."

She laid her hand right on my crotch. "Why am I making you wet then?"

I brushed her hand off. "I might have been thinking of something earlier."

"Something... don't you mean someone?"

"I can't believe you two did that," I said.

"We did it for you," Isabella said and stroked my thigh instead. "We want you to thrive."

One part of me wanted to leave this topic aside, the other didn't. "What about the containers he'd masturbated in? They did manage to get women pregnant after all," I said and watched her horny face closer. "You sure this isn't just a ploy so you can have sex with him?"

"No," she said firmly and crossed her arms under her breasts. "You have to take my word for it. His loads are abnormal and potent regardless, but they'll be even more so when the orgasm becomes more intense. You could perhaps charge a higher price for the taboo seed."

"I see," I said. "But it'll depend upon his schedule."

"I have an idea how you can save time," Isabella said and leaned closer with another one of her naughty grins. "You can sleep together."

"Issy, you're making me sick," I said and frowned at her.

She touched my crotch again, discovering an even wetter spot than the last. "I'm making you horny, you mean."

I had to brush her hand off me again. "Will you stop that?" I said. "Why would he even want his mom when he can get plenty of girls his age?"

"I find it absolutely hilarious that you think of this as love-making instead of helping your business... It says a lot about what you actually think about this."

"Love-making is love-making regardless of the purpose," I reminded her.

"I'm just trying to figure out a way to make it seem less taboo for you."

"Won't work," I said with my feet rooted to the spot.

She rolled her eyes and didn't seem convinced. "I'll be more than happy to help him out... But if you need some really strong seed, he'll probably have to do a thing or two with you, just saying."

"Again," I said and brushed her horny idea aside, "I don't even know if he has time for this."

"Will he be home soon?" she asked and looked around.

"I guess," I said and picked up my phone. "I'm not sure where he is at the moment."

"He might have met someone," Isabella said, leaning closer and obviously wanting to hear some gossip.

"I don't think so," I said. "He doesn't seem to care about girls, which is unusual."

"Family comes first," Isabella said, waggling her eyebrows. She infected me with a smile. "I have to bounce. Keep me updated when he arrives. Perhaps talk him into working a bit more. I would love to become his colleague."

"We'll see," I said and knew what she meant by becoming his colleague.

My son came back later in the evening. I had already eaten but made sure to save something for him when he was just about to arrive. I met him at the doorstep. He had bags under his eyes, which were also bloodshot red. His back was slightly hunched, and he looked completely exhausted. I'd never seen him in that condition before, and it made my heart ache. "What happened?" I asked him.

"Lots of things all at once," he said and put the shoes back on the rack.

We went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. He filled his bowl with saffron rice and the pan-fried chicken. He soaked the food in olive oil and started eating. I gave him time, waiting patiently for him to tell me.

"My YouTube channel was taken down."

My mouth opened. "Why?"

"Because of a jealous competitor who doesn't want to compete fairly," he said bitterly.

"Leo, I'm so sorry," I said. It was the least I could say especially after he'd helped my business that was practically hanging by a thread. "You can at least get it back, right?"

"I hope," he said and took a sip of water. "I've already spoken to their useless support. I'm not sure if a single human is working there, just a bunch of bots. Also, he's threatening to sue me."

"What does he have on you?" I asked.

"Nothing but lies, but apparently, people listen more to accusations than actual facts. I've been accused of stealing logos, soundtracks and using people in my videos without consent. He apparently talked one of my exes into fabricating a story about me. The reason why it took me so long to get here was because I filed a police report."

"Gosh," I said. "Leo, you have to relax. You can't work yourself to the bone and deal with all that stress on top of it."

"I know, but what am I supposed to do?" He asked in despair.

"I understand where you're coming from," I said. "Business can be brutal, especially when dealing with lawsuits... usually from bitter people that just want to pull you down."

"Tell me about it," he said and shoveled more food into his mouth. "Do you have some good news? I'm getting sick of ranting about this."

"I'm here for you," I told him, feeling bad for him. If he wasn't eating, I would be hugging and holding him. I was glad whenever I could provide him comfort and happiness and be there for him how a mother should be for her son. "If you want to share something, I'll listen."

"I would rather talk about something else," he said with his eyes on the table. He raised them to meet mine. "How's it going at the fertility clinic?"

"A lot better since you helped me," I said. I wanted to smile but didn't think it was appropriate after how devastated he looked. "You've already made ten women pregnant, so congrats on becoming a father."

A smile curled on his lips. "It feels incredibly good."

"And you deserve that... I saw my sister earlier. She told me a couple of things."

He shoveled some more food into his mouth and took another sip of water. He found it difficult to look me in the eyes as he decided what to say. "Did she tell you what we did?"

I couldn't lie to my son. "She did," I told him. "But please, don't lose sleep over it."

"You don't find it weird?" he asked and searched my gaze.

I stiffened and wasn't sure how to reply. "I guess not," I admitted. "If I understand correctly, you did it for me, right?"

He slowly nodded, and I could tell he wanted to say something else too. "Yeah."

"Okay," I said, smiling briefly. "Well, she told me your semen is a lot stronger when exposed to something... strong, and that masturbation probably isn't the most ideal solution."

"You should charge more for the stronger semen," he said, sharing his business wisdom with me. "Perhaps if some women are struggling with fertility, charge more for a direct deposit." He chuckled at the last part, and it meant the world to me to see him laugh after listening to his setbacks.

"Direct deposit?" I said and it made me laugh too. "You are into something, eh?"

"I would rather do that than deal with all these headaches I'm dealing with now."

I blinked at him and had clearly heard those words. Those words I'd longed to hear. "You can join me if you wish."

"I guess I could give it a try," he said without hesitation. "I was thinking of just selling my brand and doing something else instead. I'm getting sick of the gym life."

"It was just a bad experience," I told him. "It hasn't all been bad... right?"

He slowly shook his head. "There's been a couple of more incidents I haven't talked about. I've learned that when you're young, successful and good-looking, a lot of people will envy you for that. It's probably not the best idea to use yourself as an advertisement."

"I see what you're saying."

"So, I would rather work behind closed doors and make money that way."

"You know it's been a dream to turn this into a family business," I told him. "I wasn't sure if you would want to, and I hadn't predicted I would employ you this way."

He laughed and scratched his neck. "I wasn't prepared for this either... But if there's a spot, I would happily take it. Uhm, I think I also will need Isabella's help."

"We'll rearrange the facility for you two."

He looked at me again and probably questioned whether I was uncomfortable or not, but deep inside me, I was crying with joy. I had wanted to ask him this and was glad how natural it felt. "Do you think she has time?" he asked me.

"She's down," I said and chuckled. "Don't even worry about it, but we have to keep this a complete secret. Incest isn't legal."

"Even from Leia?" I asked.

I thought about it. "I can't lie to my daughter or son," I admitted. "But we don't have to openly talk about it either."

"I agree," he said. "Do you think you can help me sell my business?"

I placed my hand over his. "Of course." This was a new chapter in our lives that I couldn't wait to explore.​