Incest/Taboo Mom's Fertility Clinic

Mom

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sent the last email. I realized that I would need help with customer support. It had been one hell of a week. My son and sister had worked here for more than a week now. The number of sales and exposure we'd gotten was beyond my expectations, but our positive reviews spread by word of mouth.

Women who had baby rabies were the most desperate women you could find. They were willing to go to any extent to become pregnant. My son had helped me with marketing in addition to the work he did backstage. I was so proud of him when he took on the job of impregnating several women a day. Yesterday, he'd given five women direct deposits, and then he'd managed to fuck my sister three times. They'd been quite loud and it had turned me on. I hadn't had a cock inside me for so long, and the closer I got to my son, the more I thought of him. I wondered if he was thinking the same, whether he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I had come to grips that I had a thing for him, and it would be difficult to suppress or sweep under the rug.

When I went to bed yesterday, I did something unthinkable. I reached down to my pussy and drew circles on it as usual. I slipped in a finger, imagining it was my son's girth stretching me. I had told myself at first it was wrong to fantasize about him, but once I started, it was impossible to resist.

I kept masturbating, making the bed squeak. I kept moaning, even if I tried to stifle it. I closed my eyes, so I could fantasize a bit better. I saw him there fully nude with his muscular body, aiming his erect cock at my pussy. "You know I'm your mom?" I told him jokingly.

He rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy. "I know... it was this hole I came from." He pushed his erection right inside me and that was the moment I climaxed so hard that I must have woken him up.

I squirted all over my bed, and it must have been one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever experienced. It made me wet again just thinking of it.

"Oh, Leo!" I heard my sister shout. She was getting fucked again. I reached down to my slit and touched myself. I hadn't even paid attention, but I was soaked. He could have easily pushed his cock inside me.

I might go have a look to see how they were doing. I wasn't going to do anything else, just a quick peek. I rose from the chair, and there was a voice in the back of my mind telling me to retreat. I shouldn't be watching my son have sex, especially not with my sister.

As I approached the door, I became more turned on, and when I heard how the bed creaked and how hard he grunted, I knew I couldn't turn back. I slowly went to the door and peeked through the keyhole. Isabella lay on the bed with her legs spread. My son stood right in front of her with her legs propped up on his shoulders. He savagely thrust his hips, sending his cock into her depths while her breasts bounced and jiggled all over her chest. Christ, he was fucking her hard. I couldn't believe he was about to turn twenty. He fucked her like a full-grown man with twenty-plus years of experience.

I melted as I watched him. I tried to study his girth, but it was difficult to see from this angle. It looked incredibly thick, and I did see his pink-looking balls that kept slapping against her flesh. I reached down to my slit and touched myself. It was exactly what I'd told myself not to be doing, but I did it anyway. Once I stood here and watched them, I couldn't resist. I pushed my buttons, running my fingers over my heat and sending one inside. I shivered with pleasure and decided to stick in another finger.

My son pulled out his cock, which was drenched with my sister's honey. "On all fours," he said in a husky voice, stroking his cock as my sister desperately went into a doggy position. I could now finally see it in its full glory, and my jaw dropped. My sister had already described how strong it was, but I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it in front of me. It was a lot bigger and thicker than I'd imagined it to be, and it just made me want him even more.

He rubbed the head along her wet flower. "Push it inside!" my bratty sister pleaded. I couldn't judge her; I probably would have sounded like her if I were in her position. My son plunged it inside and rammed it into her. My temperature spiked and I kept masturbating. I whimpered with pleasure and couldn't keep my eyes off him. It was the first time in my life I'd ever masturbated to him, and it felt so good that I couldn't stop.

My climax was imminent. My son grunted and then his body turned rigid. His knees buckled, and I watched as he reached the big O. I released my final moan simultaneously as he did, and I orgasmed so hard my knees turned weak. I had to hold onto the wall, so I didn't fall.

I watched as he pulled out his cock. To my surprise, he fired all over Isabella's back, covering it thick and creamy. "Jesus," I muttered to myself and watched in amazement.

Both of them suddenly turned to the door. "What's that?" he asked.

I looked away and hurriedly tried to walk away on my tiptoes to my office. My face flushed like a tomato, and I still had my hand inside my panties. I brought it out, all wet and sticky. I had made a mess on myself. I didn't know where to clean myself either.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked myself. This wasn't how I imagined this to be--an excuse to masturbate to my son. I then realized I had masturbated to him for the first time in my life and climaxed on top of it. I didn't feel bad. It felt surprisingly good. I shouldn't have done it, but how could I resist?

I pretended to be busy when I realized they would come soon with the containers. "Knock, knock," Isabella said.

"You can come in," I said. The door was anyway open. She stepped inside and gave me the five containers of semen. I was still astonished every time she came back with the containers. I found it hard to believe how he managed to fill them so quickly.

"There's a sixth one," she said. "But I'll use that to examine it." She stiffened and sniffed. "It smells like honey."

I gave her a look. "You just had sex with him."

She placed both her hands on her hips. "Hey, I know you well, so don't try to pretend your hands are clean."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"Then why are you blushing so hard?" she pointed out.

I felt it too. I felt how the hot sticky blush started from the apples on my cheeks and went down my neck and chest. I hated when my blush became so sticky that it wouldn't go away. "Because you're accusing me of something that I don't like."

"We heard some noise too... You sure it wasn't you who decided to peek at us?"

"Issy, stop," I told her.

"Darling, I care for you," she said and gave me a shoulder massage. As soon as her hands touched my shoulders, I thought of how they'd been wrapped around his girth.

"But we have work to take care of too," I said.

"Mom," Leo called for me. He was already dressed and had his gym bag slung on his shoulder. "I'll go now."

"I'll have dinner ready when you return," I told him. My eyes swept over him. He looked so sexy, and even if I had just masturbated, seeing him again made me want him.

He waved and exchanged grins with Isabella before leaving. "He works an entire day here and then has the stamina to train," Isabella said in disbelief. "You have a dream son."

"I'm also proud of him," I admitted.

"You have all the right reasons to be," she said. "I have some bad news... I calculated the days wrong, and I have to go back to work for another week. It's in the contract, unfortunately."

I blinked at the screen. "The containers are sold out... how are we supposed to refill them?"

Isabella looked out the window and moved her pointy finger to her bottom lip. "I can think of a way or two."

"But we already know that when he masturbates the seed won't be as strong."

"Are you pretending to be stupid?" she asked me.

"Stop speaking in riddles and spit it out," I said.

"You are more taboo than what I am," Isabella said.

I waved my hand dismissively. "That won't happen."

"I'm sorry but my plates are full next week, and I mean it. I want his cock more than anything, but your choices now are either he masturbates, or you give him a helping hand. The choice is yours."

I waited for my son. Everything had happened so quickly. Next week, my daughter would return, and I wasn't sure how we would be discreet about this. I rubbed my temples as I yet again had several things to think of at once.

Isabella would be gone for a week, so my son couldn't work with her. Our inventory was almost empty, and our positive reviews kept spreading across every online platform and forum dedicated to fertility issues. I knew we could focus more on direct deposits, but not everyone was comfortable or had the means to travel all the way here.

I found it strange how time could change so quickly. A month ago, I was certain I would soon have to declare bankruptcy. I couldn't have foreseen this at all. I didn't want to sell fertility solutions of lesser quality to our customers. It would ruin our brand. I hoped my son would have a solution. I didn't think I dared to suggest what my sister recommended earlier.

When he came home, he looked happier than usual. I remembered that dreadful day when he came home with bags under his eyes. He'd recovered well and didn't seem to miss his fitness channel.

We sat down at the table and ate together. "No drama at the gym, I hope," I said.

"Nah," he said. "They still ask questions though and wonder why I sold it."

"Do you tell them?"

He shook his head. "I thought we were supposed to keep this a secret."

"Good point," I said. He could get way ahead of himself at times. "Did Isabella tell you that she couldn't work next week?"

"She did," he said. He looked away from my eyes and shoveled the last bits of food into his mouth. "Any ideas on how to meet the demand?"

I felt slightly upset that he didn't take the initiative, especially with his confidence, but again, I wasn't a hundred percent sure he even wanted to. My little sister was two years younger than I, and fucking an aunt probably didn't feel as weird as fucking your mom. "I guess we could fill your schedule with more direct deposits. There's a great demand for those solutions as well."

His lips curved in a smile. I was happy for him, and I knew it was a dream job for a young gun like him. "I will do that with pleasure."

"I know," I said, and he infected me with his smile. "But we still have plenty of containers to fill."

"I guess... I can just go back to masturbating."

I was hoping he would say something else after that pause, but I accepted the situation. "It's a gamble. I don't like selling inferior products," I said. "But I guess we don't have much of a choice."

"Yeah... I checked our reviews earlier, and some of them treated us as if we were their saviors."

"You got it all mixed up," I told him. "We are their saviors."

"Hard to believe a pregnancy means so much to a woman."

"Oh please," I said, chuckling and wondering whether he was serious or not. "How does it feel to have sex several times a day?"

"Quite good."

"It feels good for a woman too," I said. "There's a reason why it feels so strong, if it hadn't, we wouldn't have been alive. Everyone wants to reproduce."

"I see... It sure does feel like an accomplishment to have made so many women pregnant."

"I'm glad," I said. "I feel like an accomplished mother to have you as a son."

We exchanged smiles. The conversation hadn't gone as I hoped it would. Deep inside, I hoped he would suggest that perhaps I could take Isabella's spot. I cursed myself for not suggesting it and being a coward. After he'd joined me, we became so close. There was no reason for me not to say it myself.

When I went to bed, my hand kept trailing lower and lower till it reached my womanhood. I reminisced over today. The highlight was obviously when I masturbated to him. It had felt so damn good, better than when I had fantasized about him. I wanted more. I wanted to be on my knees for him, pushing his erection down my throat and sucking his seed out of his cock. I wondered whether he felt the same or fantasized about it.

I started drawing another circle on my pussy, sliding in a couple of fingers. I couldn't stop thinking of him, how big and strong he looked and how handsome he was when he had his way with a woman. "Oh, my son," I moaned with my eyes closed. "Push it inside your mommy and make me proud."

I dreamed of him pushing it inside me, fucking me hard till he sprayed his massive load all over me.​