A mothers mistake 12
Chris was downstairs in the kitchen when his mother came down. She had showered and had on a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her freshly washed her hair. Chris got her a cup of coffee and sat at the table across from her.
"I guess I screwed up huh?" he said.
"We screwed up Chris. It was as much my fault as it was yours."
Chris almost sighed in relief as he had taken on all the responsibility for what had happened. "What are we going to do? I... I mean... you could get... get pre..."
"I know. It's a particularly bad time of the month too. I need some time to think. It should have never gotten this far." She looked at her son's sad face and her heart melted. She reached over and took his hand. "We'll get through this together. I love you."
"I love you to," Chris returned, staring into his mother's eyes. He added, "But... but not like a son to his mother."
"It's gone way beyond that for me too." She squeezed his hand again.
"Do... do we have to... you know... stop doing things?"
Allison sighed and stood up, walking over to the counter to get another cup of coffee. When she had the steaming cup in her hand she turned toward Chris and leaned against the counter. She bent her leg, letting the robe fall to the side, exposing her upper thigh.
Chris's eyes darted to his mother's legs and then to her face. He waited expectantly.
Allison took a sip of her coffee. She knew that she was driving the poor boy crazy. However, for some reason, although she knew the answer, she didn't want to respond too quickly. "I don't think we have a choice," she finally said, smiling over her coffee cup.
Chris wanted to jump from the table and hug her, however he restrained himself. He wanted to let his mother have her moment.
"I'll have to get a doctors appointment to get a prescription for the pill... if I'm not already pregnant."
This time Chris did get up and walk over to his mother. He took her into his arms and whispered, "God I love you Mom. I didn't mean to cause you this problem."
"Shut up and kiss me."
He kissed her passionately, loving even her coffee tasting mouth. His lips brought a moan from her. Then as he pressed himself to her warm body, he felt his penis harden.
"Ah, the beauty of youth," she laughed and reached down to caress the tent in his jeans. "But I can't fuck anymore right now if I wanted to. You're worn me out... at least for a little while."
"I have an idea," Chris said, still worried about the possibility of getting her pregnant.
"Maybe you need to seduce Dad... you know... just in case." He said it only partially factiously.
Allison looked at her son and was going to respond with a flippant remark, however, she paused. Maybe he was on to something, she thought. "Hmm, that's not such a bad idea. It would at least give me some cover."
Chris smiled proudly.
"Don't get too excited... it might not work. Your Dad and I haven't had sex in years. I'm not sure he can even do it and even if he can, he might get suspicious after all this time." Allison looked at Chris and saw his deflated confidence. "But it's worth a try though."
The rest of the day was long for Chris. He tried to busy himself with cleaning up the garage and studying, but his mind was never far from his mother. While he worried about their predicament, he thought more about what they had done. He could almost feel her tight pussy surround his penis, bathing it in her wet warmth, and her soft breasts pressed to his chest and those lips... well, it was difficult to get anything done.
If Chris thought that it was going to get any easier as the day wore on, he was wrong. He was very antsy at the dinner table, trying to keep his eyes from meeting his mother's. He knew that she was going to try and seduce his father that evening. That alone made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous... jealous of his own father.
It was after ten P.M. when Chris saw his door open. He watched his mother come into his room and looked at her expectantly. She nodded her head up and down.
Chris walked over to his mother and met her half way. "It was driving me crazy. I know it's insane, but I couldn't stand the thought of you in there with another man... even if it is Dad."
"I know. I felt the same way. But it's done now and if something happens... well at least I've got a story."
Chris turned his mother's face up to him and kissed her tenderly. Then he led her over until they were standing beside the bed. "Turn around," he whispered.
Allison looked at him for a second, wondering what he had in mind. She turned around until her back was to him.
Chris reached down and lifted her robe until her rear was bare. Then he fished inside his shorts and found his already hard penis.
"Chris, what are you doing?" Allison asked when she felt him lowering his penis until it touched her slick vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you," he hissed. "You're mine."
With a moan of excitement Allison let her son bend her over until her hands were on the bed and her ass was pushing back at him. "Oh Jesus," she gasped as his penis slipped into her hole. "Yes, yes, fuck me," she whispered, pushing her hips back at him.
There was a method to Chris's madness. He reasoned that if his mother was going to get pregnant, he wanted it to be his. He would fill her with his third load of cum for the day and overwhelm anything that his father had produced.
Chris pounded into his mother with a vengeance. He worried at first that he might be too harsh with her. However, every thrust was matched by a strong push backward. His hands found her hips and he held her tight and rode her hard.
Allison came first, gasping for breath and scream out in pleasure. She collapsed on the bed with Chris on top of her, still pounding.
Finally he came, pouring his potent seed deep into her already saturated hole.