Chapter 1

Author’s note: This story includes unprotected sex between a mother and her son with the intent of impregnation. It does not include anal.

It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a university, I returned home for the summer. My name is Sam, and I live with my single mom, Melissa. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year, Mom bought the house we live in, located forty miles from where we used to reside. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.

The large house is larger than we required, but it was the best value for the location. I picked one of the bedrooms on the upper floor for my own. We turned the other bedroom on the floor, which shared a bathroom with mine, into a study. Mom’s master suite is situated at the end of a long hallway off the dining room, and the living room overlooks the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens in the backyard, providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. A couple of other bedrooms, located along the hallway to Mom’s master suite, were turned into hobby rooms.

Her sister, Rachel, convinced Mom to move here to be closer to her. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister’s companionship. When my aunt finally convinced Mom to relocate, Mom wasted no time moving here as soon as I graduated. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their free time together.

Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. They are brunettes, although my aunt dyed her hair blonde last year. Both have their hair cut short, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom’s large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long, toned legs, proudly showing them off when wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren’t huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.

Aunt Rachel’s deep green eyes accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before changing, but her new hair color made her look even better. At twenty-six, she’s eleven years younger than Mom. Her breasts appear bigger than Mom’s, and her luscious legs look similar.

My mood has always been at its best when I’m around either of them. We enjoy working and maintaining our large garden at our new house, treating ourselves to dinner or a movie after a day’s hard work. My aunt lives a few blocks away and routinely walks over to visit us.

Rachel never mentioned the reason for her divorce, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money from the settlement. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn’t divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Without hearing the true story, but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair.

Our time together, after Dad’s death, cemented our relationship, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the university, thinking it would be more comfortable than living in a dorm. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school, allowing her to develop a romantic relationship. Coming home once a month would give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t dating. After three months, Mom pleaded with me to return home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal, I changed my schedule according to Mom’s wishes.

My time with Mom and my aunt increased my sexual frustration. When I returned to school on Sunday night, I’d call up one of the girls I regularly cycled through. They didn’t know why they received such a good fucking each time I returned, and I wasn’t honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Rachel, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn’t want to get tied down to anyone during school, so I didn’t mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.

Mom and Rachel remained close, neither dating. They devoted their full attention to me when I returned for the weekends, and I looked forward to being with them through the summer. Jealous men stared at us when we’d go out on the town. My aunt dressed less conservatively, but much to my dismay, neither would go braless.

Eating out proved to be especially difficult as I would sit by Mom with Rachel across from us. She wore a bra, but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage, due to her full, meaty breasts. She often caught me staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She’d continue talking to Mom while smirking, acknowledging my admiration of her sexy wares.

Mom interrupted my daydreaming, calling me for dinner. She had prepared one of my favorite meals to celebrate my homecoming. While we sat across from each other, I found myself longingly staring at her beauty. She even asked me a couple of times whether I didn’t like my food since I wasn’t eating much. It was hard to break away to eat, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in her attempt to please me. Her eyes were like magnets, deep brown and beautiful, a window to her soul.

After finishing, we retired to the living room to discuss our gardening plans. It was the time of year we’d have to do a lot of work to get them in shape for summer. She told me Rachel was anxious to come over and help, which wouldn’t help subdue my aroused state. Unfortunately, I would have to seek a seasonal job to help pay for my escalating education costs. Summer employment would severely limit the time that I could spend with my two favorite ladies.

I was tired after the long trip and went to bed early, putting off job hunting until the next morning. I fell asleep fast, thinking of past images of Mom and my aunt. I woke up earlier than usual and ventured downstairs to the kitchen. Mom still had a daily newspaper delivered, and whenever I was home, we’d share it while eating breakfast. I retrieved it and started to read while waiting for Mom’s arrival.

Mom’s door creaked open, and I heard her faint footsteps patter down the hall. She lightly kissed me on the back of my neck. “Good Morning, Sam. You’re up early.” Her natural scent lingered after her lips burned my flesh.

“Yup. I slept well and wanted to get a jump on looking for a job,” I replied, watching my mother walk around me to the counter. My gaze froze when my eyes set upon her blue nightie, barely covering her full, firm ass. It wasn’t a see-through, but it clung to her tight enough, making it obvious she was nude underneath.

While she filled the coffee machine, my eyes locked on her long, bare legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them, but they still excited me when displayed. When she finished and turned, I quickly looked down at the paper, disguising the fact I was leering. While she walked by me to return to her room, my eyes lustfully followed her sexy body.

After a few minutes, she returned in a robe to prepare breakfast. I surmised that she must come out to the kitchen each morning, right after awakening, and start the coffee machine before returning to her room to change. I’d risen early before, but she always wore her robe. I wondered if she’d changed her routine when I started college.

I made a mental note not to allow sleep to interfere with my early morning delight. Hopefully, Mom wouldn’t revert to wearing her robe before coming out to start up the coffee in the future.

We talked while she cooked. After we ate and finished reading the paper, I helped her clean the table. When done, she asked, “What are you going to do today, while I’m at work?”

“Mostly looking for a job, but I’ll find some time to work in the garden, too. I want to contribute more to my college expenses. It’s not fair that you’re bearing most of the burden.”

She smiled and replied, “I don’t mind. You help out here so much that I’m getting my money’s worth. If you find a job, promise me it’s one you’ll enjoy. I don’t want you picking one just for the money.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied.

She hugged me, wished me luck, and left to get dressed for work. Retreating to my room, I surfed for job leads. A few minutes later, I heard Mom’s car pull out. I looked out my window and watched her drive away. As soon as her car disappeared, I lay in bed, stroking my rock-hard cock, reliving the sight of her nightie-clad body. I didn’t last long, coating my stomach with globs of hot cum.

I didn’t have much luck finding a job, so I decided to take a break and go out. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some items Mom had written on a list, left on the table. When I arrived home, Mom was already there. She greeted me with a hug, and I asked, “Is something wrong, Mom? You’re home much earlier than normal.”

She smiled and responded, “I took off early to spend more time with you, before you start a job. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“That sounds great, Mom,” I replied. “It’ll be fun hanging out together.”

We walked around the garden, discussing what to do for the next few days. While we ate dinner later that night, I told her I wasn’t having any luck finding a job. She looked disappointed before grinning and saying, “You never know; maybe something will come up.”

Soon after, I retired to the living room to watch TV, while Mom went to her room. She left the door open, and I could hear her talking on the phone, probably catching up with a friend. Their conversation was too faint to comprehend the content, but I did hear her say goodbye.

She emerged, soon after, and joined me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me to hug me. I felt the heat from her body and her breath when she softly spoke, “I’ve had some luck in finding you a job you might like.”

I turned and looked into those beautiful eyes while she continued, “That was Sharon on the phone. I asked her whether she knew of any potential summer jobs available for you.”

Sharon lived in our old neighborhood, and an image formed of her when Mom mentioned her name. She was Mom’s age and was equally hot.

“Anyway, she has quite a bit of work to do around her house and is willing to pay you good money to help,” Mom stated.

Sharon was wealthy and would sneak me a twenty when we visited her; for my college fund, she’d say. I looked forward to good pay while working around the hot-looking woman.

“Thanks, Mom. That sounds great,” I replied.

Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek before returning to her room to notify Sharon. She returned and informed me I would start the next day. After a few more minutes, I told Mom I was heading to bed to get a good night’s sleep. Setting my alarm to awaken early, I drifted off fast.

I was up and reading the paper, anxiously awaiting Mom’s arrival. She made her appearance at the same time, wearing the same nightie. My plan worked perfectly, allowing me to leer at her scantily-clad body. She repeated her routine, leaving and returning to fix breakfast in her robe.

While eating, I related, “I’ll probably be late returning home since Sharon’s house is an hour away. In fact, I better get moving. I don’t want to show up late on the first day.”

When I rose, she did the same to hug me goodbye, wishing me luck with my job. Her sexy, parting smile was enough to arouse my horny prick.

I made it to Sharon’s place, and she was still as hot as I had remembered. We reviewed the things she wanted to complete, and the list looked short enough that I was sure I could do it in a day, although Mom had told me there was a week’s worth of work. After finishing the first item, I realized the main job Sharon wanted to accomplish was to have her pussy filled with a young hard cock. Her seduction plan wasn’t complicated, leading me to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes, and begging me to fuck her hard.

She kept me in bed all day, obviously not getting the spousal sexual attention she required. She explained that her husband was out of town on a business trip until the end of the week, probably fucking his secretary, instead of attending meetings. She wasn’t upset about his indiscretions as she was financially comfortable in their relationship. Neither of them desired a divorce and was content with the status quo.

Exhausted from my sexual workout, I arrived home late. Mom asked me how it went, and I told her there was a lot of hard work to do, which would keep me busy for the week. She smiled and told me how happy it made her knowing she was able to help with the arrangement. I went to bed early to get up for Mom’s negligee showing.

Each day was a repeat of events starting with Mom in the morning and Sharon receiving a thorough pounding during the day, allowing me to live out my incestuous fantasies. Sharon’s sexual demands exhausted me so much one day, that I blew it and slept past Mom’s nightie show. Friday arrived too soon, signaling the end of my work week. I hoped Sharon would extend my time, but she explained she didn’t want the neighbors to get suspicious and that she had enough memories to last a while. She thanked me with a day of sex, and I left with a check for five hundred dollars.

Mom had one of my favorite meals ready when I arrived home, and we discussed our weekend plans over dinner. We decided on several projects in the garden, and she mentioned that her sister would come over to help. I looked forward to spending a weekend with them. Signing and handing the check to Mom brought out a big smile when I told her to use it to help pay for college expenses.

After breakfast the next day, we toiled in the garden. Shortly after we began, my aunt showed up, looking as hot as ever. We had never felt comfortable hugging since she was close to my age. Instead, she stroked my arm with her hand in a greeting fashion, smiling wide and causing my groin to tingle. We worked through the day, breaking briefly for a light lunch, and decided to dine out to celebrate our day of hard work.

Aunt Rachel returned home to change while Mom and I retired to our rooms to dress. We picked her up on the way to the restaurant. They were radiant at dinner, and I couldn’t have been happier, being out with these two beautiful women. Envious husbands stared at us while we dined. Sleep came easy after a full day of work.

After breakfast, Mom moved her chair to face mine. She sat down and scooted closer, intertwining our legs. Her bare leg rubbed against mine under our robes, when she leaned forward and stroked my arms. Her smooth, firm knees pressed along my hairy thighs, sending electric shocks to my hardening cock.

“I have something important to discuss with you,” Mom softly said, while smiling. I stroked her arms in the same manner, relaxing both of us. Fortunately, my robe concealed my hard prick resulting from our close contact.

She stared at me, as if she were trying to decide how to tell me what was on her mind. I looked back into those brown eyes and immediately felt at ease.

“I had a long phone conversation with Sharon last night,” she started.

My relaxed state dissipated, fearing what Sharon had told Mom.

“Sharon thinks she’s pregnant,” she divulged, still staring at me.

I could only imagine the panic-stricken look sweeping across my face. I hadn’t used protection with Sharon. She pulled me tight each time when I flooded her cunt with cum. I had wrongly assumed she was on some kind of birth control.

“It’s your baby, Sam,” she continued.

Angst swept through me while my hands squeezed tightly on Mom’s arms. What an idiot I had been, forgetting about protection. My mind raced with the implications of impregnating a partner. Mom observed my discomfort and moved her hands to mine, pulling them away and holding them tightly, smiling widely, amused at my predicament.

“Relax, it’s okay. Sharon wanted to conceive. She told me how she seduced you and tricked you into thinking she was protected,” Mom quietly related, attempting to calm me. Moving her hands to my arms, she stroked up and down to ease the tension.

Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Wow, Mom. I had no idea. And you’re okay with this? Does she want anything from me?”

“She wanted a baby, and her husband couldn’t give her one,” Mom explained. “She’s elated and doesn’t want anything from you. You know, it’s not uncommon,” she said, locking her eyes with mine.

“Not uncommon?” I asked.

Explaining further, she stated, “Yes. Wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can’t or doesn’t want to.”

“Why don’t they visit a fertility clinic for insemination,” I asked, more relaxed from Mom’s gentle caressing.

“They usually prefer the more discreet method. Most of the time, the husband won’t allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it. Sharon asked me to have this talk with you to ensure you’re okay. She hated not asking you in advance, but feared you’d say no to her,” she stated, looking for my reaction.

I smiled and said, “It’s fine, Mom. I like Sharon, and I’m glad she’s happy now. It was quite a workout last week, though.”

“No details, Sam. A mother doesn’t want to know those kinds of things,” she laughed, breaking the tension.

She pulled backward, and we retired to our rooms to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Rachel arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times, Mom caught me staring at my aunt, when she bent over and displayed her ample cleavage. My face reddened, realizing I wasn’t that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home, Rachel leaving right after.

After our showers, we relaxed on the couch, watching TV. Mom draped her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she had in the morning. She guided my arm to do the same while we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding together. Her skin felt so smooth and soft, that I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.

We were ready to call it a night, when she looked at me and stated, “I enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing in the garden. I’ve missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school.”

Mirroring her feelings, I replied, “I always enjoy working in the garden with you and Aunt Rachel. It’s going to be a bummer when I have to look for another job tomorrow.” I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.

As if reading my mind, Mom stated, “Sharon told me some of her friends are jealous of her now,” her eyes locked with mine. “You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money.”

Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. “Sharon says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn’t take long, and you could spend more time here with Rachel and me.”