A man recounts the time he drugged and impregnated his biological mother.

You can decide if this story is fact or fiction. I’m not going into flowery details here. This is a story about lust, not romance. Only the most relevant events will be shared.
To be clear, this is my biological mother. I literally mean the woman who carried me for nine months, pushed me out of her vagina, and raised me. That mother.
Her name is Cristina. She is 41, 5’1 tall with a curvy and voluptuous petite body. Her hair is chestnut brown and reaches just past her shoulders. Her tits are heavy and round from motherhood and breastfeeding. Her ass is full and round too and protrudes slightly when she wears heels. Her teeth are white and straight, and her nose is slightly long with an Italian-heritage shape. Her voice can be sweet and soothing, but harsh and shrill when she gets angry and yells. She is a housewife and never worked since she married my father.
My father is a Sales V.P., so he is often traveling for work and can be gone for days at a time. It was my mother’s job to keep the house in order while he made the money. As a result, it was usually just me and Mom at home.
It all began when I was 18. In the summer, while my father was out of town for the week, Mom was doing her usual housework for the day. When she entered my bedroom, I was sitting at my desk doing summer schoolwork (I had failed math that year). Her hair was tied back in a bun, but she wasn’t wearing her usual housecoat or casual clothing. She was only wearing a black bra and black panties. This was the first time I had seen my mother so brazen with her body around me. She seemed to completely forget herself as she looked around my room for any loose laundry to place into the basket she carried in her arms.
“How is your homework going?” she asked.
“Uh, good,” I said while trying to hide the growing erection in my pants. Did she even realize what she was wearing? And in front of her own son no less!
“You need to work hard after failing math this year,” she replied while leaning over to pick up a sock on my floor, giving me a perfect view of her ass in the panties.
“Yes, I know,” I mumbled while trying to get a peek.
“Your friends all passed, and your father and I are very disappointed in you,” she said casually as she walked toward the door.
I didn’t respond.
She turned back towards me, giving me a full-frontal view of her body. “I still can’t believe my own son would fail a class! You are such a disappointment.”
But I wasn’t listening. I had heard the scoldings many times before. No, I was hyper focused on the female body in front of me. I had never seen my mother like this. She was freely offering me a view of her large, heavy tits barely contained in the bra and a thin line of her brown bush just above the waist of her panties. Sufficed to say, she left very little to the imagination.
I didn’t even notice when she finally turned around and left my room. My heart was pounding like mad, and the only thing I could think about was my mother’s body. My homework became an afterthought. There was only one thing I wanted now, and that was my mother.
Of course, I know the rules of society. Mothers and sons don’t (we assume) have sexual relationships with each other. This was true in my household too. Mom never made the slightest sexual advances on me, and I never imagined what her body looked like naked. That is, until that day in my room.
Since I knew that nothing could ever happen between Mom and I, the next best thing was watching mom/son porn videos online. The ones that stood out to me the most were the impregnation videos, where the son would give his “mom” a huge creampie and potentially get her pregnant. Of course, these were all just actors. It was obvious that none of these “moms” were actually getting bred by their sons.
***
That summer, I developed a routine to feed my curiosity about Mom’s body. Since I would get home from summer school around 3pm, Mom would just be leaving to go buy groceries for dinner that night. I decided to be bold and sneak into my parent’s bedroom while she was out. I knew that I was never allowed in my parent’s room for privacy reasons, but I just couldn’t help myself.
I walked into the ensuite bathroom and found the laundry hamper sitting in the corner. With my heart pounding and my hands shaking, I lifted the lid of the hamper and looked inside. There was a pile of worn bras and underwear inside, sitting on top of some other loose clothing. I reached inside, my hand still shaking, and picked up the black bra on the top of the pile. It was still warm, which meant Mom must have just changed out of it. I pressed the soft cups into my face, taking a deep inhale. They smelled like a mix of sweat, skin cream, and ladies’ perfume. I took another deep inhale, letting the scent of her tits fill my lungs.
Next, I put the bra aside and reached deeper inside. I found the matching panties, also still warm from recent use. I held them out in front of me and began examining the crotch. There was a clear yellow stain where her vagina had rubbed up against it, but it was unclear if that was her pee or vaginal discharge. I could smell the strong scent of it, like urine mixed with a hint of fish. It made my dick hard instantly and drew me towards it. I pressed the crotch to my nose and took a deep inhale of Mom’s vagina. It was so intoxicating that I thought I might faint. I instinctively reached into my pants and started touching my erection. The precum had already seeped into a spot on my boxers, making my shaft slightly wet and slick.
I reached deeper into the hamper and found another pair of her panties; this one was likely worn several days ago. I took an inhale of the crotch, but the stain in the center had already dried and lost most of its intoxicating scent. I pressed the crotch of the fresher one into my nose again and took a deep inhale, then used the older pair to jerk myself off. The fabric of her panties felt soft and slick as my precum covered the crotch with each stroke. I tried to imagine Mom in my room again, wearing the panties I was smelling right now, scolding me about my grades. Her heavy tits barely covered by her black bra, the shape of her round ass abundantly clear from how little her panties covered her, and even the line of her pubic bush that peeked out of her crotch…all of it was a tsunami of arousal for me.
As I felt myself about to cum, I took one last inhale of the panties in my face and let myself erupt into the ones around my dick. My strokes slowed as the cum in my shaft made its way onto Mom’s dirty panties, soiling them even more with my seed. When I was finished, I used the cum-soaked panties to wipe myself up and placed them at the bottom of the hamper. Mom wouldn’t do laundry today, so there would be plenty of time for it to dry before she noticed anything. I placed the dry pair back on top of the pile in the hamper and made my way back to my room.
***
I wish I could say that was where it all ended. But smelling and cumming into Mom’s dirty panties just made me want to fuck her even more. I started learning her daily routine so I could plan my attempts to sneak into her room without getting caught. The grocery store, the car wash, the drycleaner…I memorized them all and knew how long each one took before she came home. A few minutes after she would leave, I’d enter her bedroom and go straight for the hamper. I’d bathe my senses in the scent of her freshest panties, then use the older ones to make myself cum. I’d imagine what she looked like without her underwear, the sexy petite body that she barely hid from me that one time. By the time Mom came home from her errands, I would already be cleaned up and back in my room pretending to do homework. As far as I knew, she had no idea what I was doing in her absence.
One day, when my father was home and we were all sitting at the dinner table, he casually mentioned that he was going to the doctor before his next trip. He said he was having trouble sleeping and was prescribed sleeping pills when he traveled. I assumed it was because of the constant time changes he had to deal with for his job in sales. Aside from that, I didn’t give it much thought.
Meanwhile, my obsession with Mom’s body continued to burn. As much as I loved smelling and cumming into her dirty panties, the novelty was starting to wear off. I really wanted to see her naked and even take some pictures of her naked body if possible. But this was a lost cause. Mom kept her bedroom door closed and locked while she undressed and showered, so there was no way I could ever get a peek let alone a clear set of pictures.
I did some research and found a cheap, small hidden camera online. It was cheap enough that I could afford it on my part-time summer job salary, but also small enough that it could be hidden somewhere in the house without detection. Since I was always home from summer school when the mail arrived, I collected the package without Mom ever noticing. When I opened the box, it didn’t seem as small as I had hoped. I could hold it between my index finger and thumb comfortably, but it was still big enough where it could get noticed if not hidden well enough.
When Mom left for one of her daily errands, I snuck back into her bedroom to find a good spot for the hidden camera. My heart was pounding like mad as I searched every corner, every hidden or covered spot I could find in her room that might conceal the camera. It had to be a good spot because, if Mom or Dad ever found it, there would be hell to pay.
After fumbling around for what felt like fifteen or twenty minutes, I finally decided on the perfect spot. It was in the ensuite bathroom in the corner of the wall behind the bathtub, tucked slightly behind a fake plant and a few candles Mom had bought years ago but never lit. Mom never took baths and always preferred showers, so I wasn’t worried about her checking in that spot out of chance or habit. Plus, since the plant was fake, she never had to get close enough to water it. The camera would be nestled safely behind these forgotten items, watching and recording her most private and intimate moments.
***
Once the camera was installed, I hit the record button on my computer and just let it do its thing. Later at night, when Mom was asleep in her room, I could watch everything that she did behind closed doors.
When she came home that afternoon, carrying her usual grocery bags and wearing a yellow sundress that reached past her knees, the camera was installed and I was safely in my room. She called me from the kitchen downstairs to help her with the groceries and I came down dutifully.
“How was summer school today?” she innocently asked while placing a carton of milk in the fridge.
“Fine,” I replied while organizing the veggies into a separate pile for her.
“I hope you are studying hard,” she continued. “If you don’t pass this time they will hold you back for another year.”
I didn’t say anything and tried to contain my anticipation for when she would enter her bedroom and close the door.
“Are you listening to me?” she said with an irritable tone. “Do you even care if all your friends pass and you stay behind?”
“Yeah, I care,” I forced myself to reply. In truth, I only cared about watching her most intimate moments on the camera feed I had installed.
“You have a funny way of showing it,” she said while rolling her eyes. She grabbed a bag of baby carrots that I had just arranged and placed them in the fridge. “You can go now. I think I can handle the rest.”
I was eager for the conversation about my schoolwork to end, so I gladly accepted her dismissal. I quickly trotted back to my room and closed the door.
***
Dinner that night was awkward and excruciating. Dad was away on one of his trips, so it was just Mom and I at the table. Most of the evening passed in silence, with Mom politely trying to ask me how my summer job was going so far.
“It’s fine,” I replied not really wanting to talk about it.
“Make sure it doesn’t interfere with your summer schoolwork,” she warned. “It’s good that you have a part-time job, but it’s not worth failing a second time just to make your supervisor happy.”
“I know,” I said with boredom. “You’ve said that a thousand times.”
She suddenly became angry. “Now you listen to me,” she began, “I know your father is always traveling for work, so I have had to raise you by myself for the most part. But I will NOT have you speak to me like that! I am your mother and you WILL speak to me with respect, got it?”
“Yes,” I mumbled. “May I be excused?”
She sighed heavily and placed her fingers on her temples. “Yes, you may.”
I quickly stood up from the table, cleared the remnants of my plate into the trash, placed it into the dishwasher, and made my way upstairs.
I spent the rest of the evening pacing back and forth in my room, anxious to check the camera feed. But I knew there was no point. Mom hadn’t gone up to her room and closed the door yet, and she wouldn’t do so until she was getting ready for bed. So, I just had to keep waiting.
When the time finally came, I heard Mom close her bedroom door. That was the signal: she was getting ready to sleep for the night. Unable to contain my anxiety, I quickly broke my own rule about watching the live feed. It started with Mom removing her sundress by pulling the straps down and letting it fall to the floor. My heart was pounding like mad, and my dick was instantly becoming hard. Mom was only wearing a faded yellow pair of bra and panties underneath as she bent over to pick up the dress. She unknowingly flaunted her ass right in front of the camera lens as she bent down, giving me an incredible close-up view of it.
“Oh God,” I said out loud to myself. “I can’t believe I’m seeing this.”
Next, she tossed the dress into the hamper and stood in front of the sink in the ensuite bathroom. She reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a tube of toothpaste, then into the medicine chest for her toothbrush. She paused for a second and picked up a small bottle of pills from beside her toothbrush.
“That man,” she said out loud to herself while rolling her eyes. “He’d forget his own head if it wasn’t attached!”
It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about. It was Dad’s sleeping pills for when he traveled. He must have forgot them before he left on his latest trip.
She placed them back in the medicine chest and let out a heavy sigh. She began brushing her teeth and giving me a perfect view of her backside. After a few minutes, she rinsed her mouth and put on a black silk pyjama top with flowers and the matching pants. She climbed into her bed and pulled out a book that she was reading from her nightstand.
At this point, I knew the show was over for tonight. I rewound the recorded video to the part where she removed her sundress. I jerked off to it over and over again until I came, unable to believe I had watched my own mother undress in the privacy of her bedroom.
***
-The next day at summer school was excruciating. All I could think about was the camera footage recording on my computer. Mom always waited for me to leave the house before she started her morning routine, so I knew that when I got home there would likely be footage of her changing and showering. I could hardly concentrate on a single word the teacher said while I awaited the return to my bedroom.
When I finally got home, I went straight to my room. Mom was vacuuming the living room wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt and didn’t seem to hear me come in. I closed the door to my room and quickly booted up my computer. I opened the recording program that had been working all day. It started with Mom waking up and going to use the toilet. The ensuite bathroom had a dedicated room with a door for the toilet, and she instinctively closed it out of habit. After a few seconds, I heard the toilet flush and Mom stepped out from the door.
Mom examined herself in the mirror for a few seconds, clearing out any loose hairs and sleep from her eyes. She walked into her closet and put on her housecoat, getting ready to wake me up for school. She left the view of the camera, but I knew she was going to wake me up as she did every morning. I began to skip over the footage of the empty bedroom.
About an hour into the recording, Mom finally came back to her room. At this point in her routine, I had already gone to school, so she had the house to herself. She removed her housecoat and placed it back onto a hanger in the closet. My heart was pounding like mad as I watched every move she made. She reached for her toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste into it. After she was done brushing and rinsed her mouth, she began undoing the buttons on her silk pyjama top. She was facing away from the camera, so I could only see her backside as she tossed her pyjama top aside. Then she reached into the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and pulled them down. She bent over and leaned into the camera, so I got an amazing view of her ass in the faded yellow panties she had worn from the previous day. Now wearing only her faded yellow bra and panties, Mom stepped into the closet and started putting on the t-shirt and jeans she was wearing today.
Darn, I thought to myself. She didn’t shower today. But then I realized that the panties she was wearing would smell extra strong when she finally changed them. There wasn’t anything else happening on the footage by this point, so I closed the program and forced myself to get some homework done.
***
The next time I checked the footage was after I got home from school the following day and Mom had left for the grocery store. But before I ran to my computer, I decided to make a detour into Mom’s bedroom. Mom always showered at least every second day, so I knew that the faded yellow panties she wore for two days were in the hamper. I lifted the lip and saw them there, sitting on the top and practically inviting me to take them. I held them up in my hands for a second, then examined the crotch. There was a dark yellow stain in the center, which on the faded yellow fabric looked almost brown. I could already smell them before I pressed them to my nose, and the scent was an intoxicating mix of skin cream, urine, and sweat. My dick suddenly became a raging erection, and I hurried off to my room.
I closed the door and opened the recording. This morning, after Mom had sent me off to summer school, she came back into her ensuite bathroom. She removed her robe as usual, then began brushing her teeth. After she rinsed, she turned the water on in the shower and let it heat up. My dick was insanely hard at this point, and I kept her dirty panties pressed to my nose as I watched. She began unbuttoning her black pyjama top, then removed her black pyjama pants.
I reached into my pants and started jerking off while taking deep inhales of her dirty panties. She reached inside the shower to test the heat of the water with one hand, and when the room started getting steamy she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She effortlessly tossed it aside, giving me great view of her tits. I couldn’t believe it! This was the first time in my life I had seen Mom’s bare tits. They looked very round and heavy through the screen, essentially what you would expect from a woman in her forties who had given birth and nursed a child. Her nipples were light and contrasted with the paleness of her skin. I hardly had a moment to take it in before she reached into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, leaning her ass into the hidden camera. My heart skipped a beat as I saw it; Mom’s bare ass. It was so full and round and voluptuous. When she turned to face the camera briefly, she tossed her underwear inside the hamper and gave me a full-frontal view of her naked body. Her vagina was hidden behind a forest of dark pubic hair that reached almost to her naval.
By this point I thought I might pass out. I had forgotten to breathe as I took in the naked body of the woman who birthed me. I examined every curve, every angle of exposed skin she unknowingly revealed. My dick was already dripping with precum as I jerked myself, still taking huge inhales of the dirty panties I held to my nose. She reached into the shower one last time to test the heat of the water, then stepped inside and closed the glass door. I couldn’t see much while she was in the shower. The steam from the hot water covered the glass around the shower and made everything inside opaque save her for silhouette.
I skipped over the next part of the video while she washed her hair and shaved her legs since I couldn’t see anything clearly. When she was finished, she turned the water off and opened the door. Her soaking wet body stepped out, and she reached for the towel hanging nearby on the rack. I watched her dry herself thoroughly, rubbing the towel all over and reaching into the hidden corners of her body. I was jerking like mad now, not daring to blink. When she decided she was sufficiently dry, she stepped into the center of the room, hung the towel back on the rack, and reached for a bottle of skin lotion from one of her drawers. She squeezed a few drops from the bottle and, slowly and sensually, began rubbing the lotion all over her body. She didn’t miss a single spot; her arms, legs, belly, tits, and ass were all thoroughly moisturized.
As I took another deep inhale of the dirty panties at my nose, I felt my cum about to explode. I wrapped the dirty panties around the head of my dick and let my orgasm spew stream after stream of thick cum into them. I moaned in pure ecstasy as I felt my balls empty into the panties, still never taking my eyes of my mother’s naked body. By the time the last few drops of cum had spilled into the panties, Mom was tying her hair back in a ponytail, rubbing deodorant under her arms, and reaching for a fresh pair of bra and panties from her dresser drawer. She expertly slipped both on, and a few seconds later dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants to begin her daily chores.
***
At the dinner table that evening, Mom was completely oblivious of the private show she had given me. After seeing her in the most private of her rituals, I had to try hard not to look at her like a piece of meat. I kept my eyes down on my plate, afraid I might give away the lust I was feeling for her body.
“Your father is coming home tomorrow night,” she mentioned after we both finished. “He forgot to bring his sleeping pills with him, so he’s probably exhausted.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “That man!”
She was right. In all the obsession I had been feeling towards Mom’s body lately, I completely forgot that my dad was coming home already. I waited for Mom to start loading the dishwasher before I ran upstairs and snuck into her bedroom while she tidied up the kitchen. I grabbed the hidden camera, deciding that I didn’t want to risk Dad coming home and finding it while he was here. Besides, I had the footage that I wanted. Mom’s naked body was mine to watch now whenever I pleased.
When Dad came home the next day, everything was completely normal in the house. Mom continued her daily chores, Dad left early for the office, and I focused on my summer schoolwork. At night however, when I knew Mom and Dad were asleep in their bedroom, I opened the recorded videos I had of Mom undressing and showering. I held up the latest pair of panties she had discarded that morning, and took deep inhales while I watched her remove her pyjamas and underwear, shower, and rub lotion on her body over and over again. Each time I watched it, I felt my lust for my mother grow. I had now smelled her panties and seen her naked body on display, but I needed more.
Making any plans were out of the question while Dad was home. Even though he left early for the office and didn’t come back until dinner time, it still wasn’t worth it. I had to wait until his next business trip, which usually came every few weeks. Instead of focusing on my summer schoolwork, I was busy thinking about how I was going to fuck my mother.
Asking was obviously out of the question, since she would slap me and definitely tell my father. I had to do it without her knowing about it. Then the answer became clear to me. Dad’s sleeping pills. The thought instantly made my dick stiffen. Putting my mother to sleep and having sex with her unconscious body suddenly made my head swim with possibilities. I could do anything to her, and she wouldn’t remember it. Yes, that was the new plan.
When I came home from summer school, while Dad was at work and Mom was grocery shopping, I quickly ran into their bedroom. I walked into the ensuite bathroom and opened the medicine chest to find the bottle of my Dad’s sleeping pills. The bottle was about one quarter empty, so he had already started taking them. Thankfully, my father was oblivious about what was happening at home, and I seriously doubted that Mom was keeping track of how many pills he was taking. I opened the bottle, dropped two small white pills into my hand, and closed it. I placed it back exactly as I had found it and closed the medicine chest. I placed the pills in a small, clear Ziploc bag and tucked them into my pocket.
***
I waited several days until my father was planning his next trip. By the time he left, I already had a plan to fuck Mom. Dad had taken his pills with him this time, so there would be no suspicion about why Mom was going to feel tired and groggy when I was done with her. She didn’t drink any alcohol at home, but she did like to open a bottle of Perrier fizzy water sometimes while she read in bed. I checked the fridge and saw a half-empty Perrier bottle sitting next to the milk carton. I waited for Mom to go out for groceries, then ground up the two pills I had into powder. I mixed them into the Perrier bottle and put it back exactly where I found it. I knew Mom wouldn’t drink from it until she went to bed for the night, so all I had to do was wait.
Dinner was slow and agonizing. The woman sitting in front of me, now wearing a casual tank top and sweatpants, was going to be at my mercy in just a few hours. She tried asking some generic questions about summer school and work, but I answered as unenthusiastic as possible hoping she would drop the subject. Eventually we cleared our plates and I headed upstairs to my room. I closed the door and started pacing, waiting for Mom to get ready for bed. She definitely took her time.
I listened closely at my bedroom door for the sound of ice cubes hitting glass. That would be the signal that she was pouring her Perrier for the night. Eventually, the clinging of ice rang through the house and she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door, but there was no lock on it, so I could easily enter after she passed out. I knew she was going to brush her teeth and change into her pyjamas, so I waited for the sounds in her room to fade into silence. I waited for an hour or so, until she had likely finished the whole glass and the pills had time to do their thing.
With my heart pounding and my hand shaking, I finally made my way to Mom’s bedroom. I put my ear to the door and heard nothing. Then I slowly turned the knob and peeked inside. The lamp beside her bed was still on, but she was laying on her back and not moving. I opened the door slightly more and saw the glass of Perrier was empty. As I moved into her room, I saw that she was clearly asleep on her bed with her book having fallen off to the side. She must have fallen asleep very suddenly from the pills. I stepped deeper inside the room and quietly said “Mom?” She didn’t answer. I moved closer to her sleeping body, my chest beating like crazy, and said “Mom?” a little louder. Still no response. By now I was standing right next to her bedside. I put my hand on her shoulder and lightly shook her. She just looked like a ragdoll. My dick started to harden immediately.
I started slow by gently unbuttoning her pyjama top. I couldn’t believe I was going to rape my sleeping mother, but there was no way I was going to stop now. When I undid the last button, her heavy tits and black bra were exposed. Oh God, I thought to myself. I reached out and touched one of them. Then I used my free hand to grab the other one. Before I knew it, I was fondling my mother’s tits in both my hands. I really wanted to remove her bra, but I needed to turn her over to get the clasp undone, and I wasn’t confident enough to move her that much yet.
Instead, I climbed onto the bed and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. I pulled them down past her knees, exposing her black panties. Then I reached into the waistband of the panties, hands shaking like mad, and pulled them off of her. My dick was as hard as an anvil as I spread her legs open, revealing her thick black bush and the lips of her vagina. I leaned in close to it, already smelling the heavy feminine scent of urine and skin cream. I can’t believe I’m staring at Mom’s pussy, I thought to myself. I reached out to touch it and gently spread her lips open. I pressed my nose against it and took a deep inhale, the potency of the scent sending a shock through my body. I instinctively started licking it, starting with her clit and working my way inside. I felt Mom’s body react to my tongue, contracting and twitching as I pleasured her unconscious body. The more I licked and cleaned her hole, the more her body jolted and twitched. She even let out several unconscious moans of pure pleasure. I was a virgin at this point, but I had watched enough porn to know when a woman was making pleasurable sounds. I must have devoured her for hours, but I couldn’t say for sure.
When my jaw got tired, I leaned over her and climbed on top. I opened her mouth slightly and got a whiff of her breath, smelling like toothpaste and lemon water. I slid my tongue into her mouth and gave her a deep kiss. I slid my tongue, covered in her pussy juices, all over her mouth. I made sure to spread the taste of her most private place onto her tongue, so she would wake up with the taste of herself. “Your pussy tastes so good, Mom,” I whispered in her ear. She didn’t respond.
I pulled my shorts off and exposed my throbbing dick. I desperately wanted to rip her bra off and suck on her nipples, but I knew it would be too difficult to put back on and might wake her up in the process. Instead, I contented myself with the main course. I lifted her legs and rested her heels on my shoulders. I positioned myself with the head of my dick pressing up against the entrance to her pussy and started rubbing the precum from the tip onto her pussy lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Mom,” I said out loud. “You’re going to be my first.”
I pushed the tip of my dick inside, slowly at first, letting her pussy juices mix with my precum. She was so hot and wet inside from my saliva and the arousal her body was clearly feeling. Her body gave a reflexive, soft sigh and her folds began to clamp around me that felt like a greeting. I pushed in deeper, letting out a light moan of pleasure as I felt her folds close around my hardon. Finally, I pushed myself all the way inside her, as deep as I could go. I grunted like a mating animal and Mom’s body twitched and shuddered as she took me in. I couldn’t believe that I was inside my mother’s pussy; the same hole that conceived and birthed me was now my ultimate source of pleasure. I started to push myself in and out of her, trying to go slowly and enjoy every second. She let out a quiet moan, like her body was betraying her while she peacefully slept.
I started moving quicker, getting lost in the feeling of her hot sticky hole sucking me inside with each thrust. The bed began to shake with the rhythm of my hips as I sped up. Losing myself, I started fucking her more intensely. Each thrust pushed me deeper inside her as I kept her legs lifted and resting on my shoulders. Her hips subconsciously tilted up to meet mine and a gentle moan escaped her lips despite being sedated. My orgasm came suddenly and violently. I pulled her hips inward and pushed my dick as deep inside her as I could reach and spurted a gallon of my cum into her. I was grunting and moaning like a wild animal as I unleashed every last drop of seed out of my balls. I felt her body twitch and convulse as it took in waves of my male essence, her unconscious moans of pleasure egging me on with each thrust. It was the most intense and satisfying orgasm I had ever felt.
After a few more thrusts to empty the last drops out of my shaft into her, I let myself fall on top of her and rested my forehead on her shoulder. I stayed inside her, sighing and breathing heavily until my dick started to soften. It took me a few minutes to realize how sweaty and light-headed I had become. I did it, I thought to myself. I finally fucked my mom and filled her cunt with my seed. I slowly pulled out of her, letting the mixture of her pussy juices and my cum drip out of her. Some of it got caught in her pubes and the rest began dribbling out in glistening gobs under the light of the lamp beside us. I laid on my back next to her trying to catch my breath and take in everything that had just happened.
***
I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes it was almost midnight. Mom was still sound asleep beside me, still laying on her back as I left her. She was breathing heavily, clearly in a deep sleep. Wow, I thought, those pills must be strong. I couldn’t believe she had slept through getting fucked and creampied. I looked over to the dark, thick bush between her legs and saw the last remnants of my cum leaking out of her. Some of it had dried on the inside of her thighs and in her pubic hair. I still couldn’t believe that I had just filled my mom with my cum, and she didn’t even realize it!
It suddenly dawned on me that she may have become pregnant from my load. My dick started getting hard again at the thought of my mother carrying my child. I reached over placed my hand on her belly, lightly massaging it. I was fully erect by this point, and decided that I would go another round before heading to bed. I got off the bed and walked over to Mom’s side. I moved and positioned her mouth slightly open. Then I slid my dick into it, slowly at first to avoid her teeth. After a few slow pistons, I started moving faster and pushing it in deeper. I moaned in pleasure as my mother’s saliva coated my dick with each thrust. “God, Mom,” I whispered. “Do you like how your pussy filled with my cum tastes?” Once my orgasm started to build, I held back and pulled out of her mouth. My dick was covered with her saliva.
I climbed on top of her and spread her legs. I leaned over her and started to push myself into her pussy. It was still slick and warm from my previous load, and it sucked me in effortlessly. I wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pushing myself as deep inside her as I could go. “Ugh,” I grunted, “my dick is reaching into your womb, Mom.” I could feel it; the entrance to my mother’s most intimate place. I fucked her slow and deep, trying to get her cervix to open up. Each thrust felt like she was sucking me in deeper and deeper. Her unconscious moans were drowned out by the creaking of the bed as I took her. “I’m going to put a baby in you, Mom,” I whispered to her. “And you and Dad are going to raise it.” Suddenly, my balls tightened, my dick pulsed, and I felt the eruption of orgasm release. I kept her legs wrapped tightly around me, pressing the head of my dick as deep as I could reach. “Open your womb, Mom,” I grunted, “get pregnant with my child!” There seemed to be no end to the pulses of cum I shot into her. I was sure I had reached directly into her uterus and was dumping more cum into it than I ever had before.
I’m not sure how long I stayed inside her, but once my dick began to soften, and the last drops of my seed were firmly deposited deep inside her, I loosened my grip on her legs and slowly pulled out. There were red handprints on her thighs where I was holding her, and her head was tilted sideways like a ragdoll. I checked between her legs and noticed that none of my cum was leaking out. “Wow,” I said out loud. “I must have cum right into your womb, Mom,” I said with a smile. “None of it is leaking out.” I spread her pussy lips and saw some of the first drops beginning to make their way out.
It was getting late now, likely past midnight. I wiped down the visible remnants of my first orgasm from her thighs and bush. Then I slid her panties and bottoms back on, buttoned up her pyjama top, and positioned her comfortably sleeping on her back with the covers over her. My cum would stay inside her all night in this position. Satisfied, I went back to my room was fell asleep instantly.
***
The next morning, I woke up before Mom did, which was unheard of. I was already sitting at the kitchen table and having some toast when she finally sauntered in wearing her hair up and a bathrobe over her pyjamas.
“Good morning,” I said as calmly as I could.
She just moaned a raspy sound and went straight for the coffee machine.
“Are you feeling okay, Mom? It’s not like you to oversleep.”
“Didn’t sleep well,” she weakly replied. “I feel groggy and my hips are sore. My mouth tastes funny. And…”
I held my breath as she paused to place a hand on her belly. “I feel…full for some reason.”
I tried to keep myself from smiling. “Did you eat too much last night?”
Suddenly she stopped pouring her coffee and slowly turned around to face me. She paused again. “No…I don’t think so,” she began. She looked at me with more suspicion and then coolly asked “How did you sleep last night?”
“Fine,” I said too quickly. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
I tried to look back down at my toast, but I could still feel Mom’s heavy gaze on me. I did my best not to act even slightly out of the ordinary, but Mom stayed silent for several seconds longer. She still hadn’t averted her gaze from me and seemed to be studying something in my movements. “Did you…wake up at all last night? Or leave your room?” she asked coldly.
My heart started pounding, but I had to hide my growing uneasiness. “No, why would I?” I asked without exhaling.
“I don’t know…” she seemed to whisper. Each word was like an icicle aimed directly at me. There was something she wanted to say but didn’t dare say it out loud. She slowly placed one of her hands on her belly again, whether subconsciously or not, I couldn’t tell. “I hope you slept well,” she finally said with an icy coldness in her voice and a sharp, accusatory look in her eyes.
She knows, I thought to myself while taking a bite out of my toast and keeping my eyes down at the plate in front of me. She won’t say it out loud, but she knows I did something to her last night. She must have woken up feeling full of my cum and then felt it leak out while she went to the toilet. She was probably confused at first, but seeing through me the way mothers can see through their sons, her suspicion was validated. The look in her eyes suddenly became clear to me. It was saying “I know you raped me last night, but I’m not going to say anything. I’m watching you very closely from now on.”
***
Everything went back to normal after that morning. Mom acted like her old self, and I didn’t do anything perverted anymore. I threw the camera that I bought in a dumpster just in case she looked through my room and I didn’t touch any of her bras and panties. I knew I was on her radar like never before, so I had to focus on summer school and work to prevent the slightest bit of suspicion from coming up again.
When Dad got back, Mom acted like her normal self. Everything seemed the same as always, and life pretty much went on.
Nine months later, Mom gave birth to my sister.
END

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