Baby Crazy
by Pan
Chapter 1
Shirley beamed as her son crossed the stage. Mikey had just turned eighteen, and for a while, she'd worried whether he’d even graduate. For the first half of the year, he’d been buried in his room—at first, she'd assumed it was drugs or video games, a standard teenage distraction-slash-vice… but the few times she'd investigated, she'd found no evidence of anything like that.
Instead, it was like he was… researching. He had piles of textbooks that didn’t relate to the subjects he was studying at school. His books covered neurolinguistics, psychology, books on human behavior and social dynamics, even some stuff about evolution—the most bizarre selection of topics. She’d wanted to ask him what he was doing with those books, but didn't know how to bring it up.
It wasn't drugs, and it wasn't anything expensive or harmful, so against her instincts, she decided to leave it.
That had been the right choice, it turned out. Just a few months later, everything turned around for her son—he'd suddenly shot to the top of every class (even gym, which he'd never shown any interest or aptitude in). Everything had clicked for him, and suddenly, every class was easy.
Shirley never even saw him studying.
When parent-teacher interviews had rolled around, she'd been delighted to learn that each of his teachers raved about him. Mikey had always been shy… no, not shy. Awkward. None of his previous teachers had used the word, but it was there, unsaid.
But just as quickly as he'd become an expert scholar, he'd developed an extroverted streak, because every teacher almost tripped over their words to talk about how much they enjoyed having Shirley's son in their class.
"He's charming and personable," was a phrase she heard from more than one teacher—that exact phrasing.
"He's my favorite student," she heard from a few more. She thought there was some rule about not picking favorites, but perhaps that was no longer a consideration.
It was odd; she hadn't noticed a change in Mikey's personality at home. But it seemed that it had finally happened: her son had blossomed.
When he reached the center of the stage and took his scholar, Mikey paused and searched the watching crowd for his mother. She gave a half-wave, and he smiled as he made direct eye contact. Out of nowhere, a thought popped into Shirley's head.
He's not my baby anymore.
The weight of the thought almost overwhelmed her. It was undeniable—Mikey hadn't been a baby for a long time. But now he was eighteen, graduated, and had bloomed into quite the charmer.
He wasn't her baby anymore.
For the first time in eighteen years, Shirley didn't have to worry about looking after her son. It was a feeling that she would have expected to make her happy, but instead, she felt a strange sense of loss. She'd spent eighteen years caring for someone else, and suddenly, they were no longer dependent on her?
She should have felt free.
Mikey had been an accident. She'd never told him that; she'd never so much as hinted at it. When she'd realized she was pregnant, Shirley had decided that it was her responsibility to raise him. She'd been in her early twenties at the time, and already a rising star at the law firm where she worked… but even though her career had taken a hit, she'd never regretted her son's existence.
Alan, Mikey's father, had married her more out of duty than love. And despite the lack of fire between them, they'd made it work. Raising a child was never easy, but they made a good team. The pair had easily settled into a marriage that one could only describe as comfortable.
If she'd dug deep into her soul and asked herself the question, she might have found resentment—her life had been on a particular trajectory before her son's birth, and getting pregnant had derailed it.
But Shirley wasn't the kind of woman to dig deep into her soul, so the question never came up. God had given her a child, and she'd done what she had to do, raising him to the best of her ability… even though she'd never wanted a child. Neither of them had.
And now that he was graduating (with honors!), she should have felt free. She should have felt free, like her life was back on track.
But instead, she felt empty.
He's not my baby anymore.
Alan was sitting next to her, and as Mikey left the stage and rejoined the student body, he shot her a look.
"You doing okay, hon?"
She just nodded, and he turned his attention back to the stage.
They took Mikey out for a celebratory dinner that night. They weren't the only ones—Shirley spotted another graduating teenager just a few tables over. He and Mikey didn't acknowledge each other, so she assumed he was from a different school, but when she looked at the boy's parents, she saw pride.
And then she noticed—it wasn't just the three of them. The mother of the other student was cradling a newborn baby.
Shirley's eyes widened. In the months after Mikey had been born, she'd kept waiting for the maternal instinct to hit, but it never had. She loved him, of course, but she'd never felt… well, like everyone had said she was supposed to.
It wasn’t until Mikey had hit his teenage years that Shirley could truthfully say she’d felt a connection to him. When he'd stopped being a kid and started being a person—someone she could talk to, share TV and movies with, and spend time together without feeling like she had to act as his nursemaid.
She and Alan had gotten through their son's baby years with gritted teeth, not overflowing hearts.
But now, looking at the mother and her baby, she was suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia.
Mikey had been like that once. So tiny that she could hold him in one arm. So sweet and innocent and precious. So… dependent on her. She hadn't liked it at the time, but now…
Suddenly, she felt like she'd give anything to have that time back.
Shirley turned back to her family. Mikey caught her eye and shared her smile, almost as though he knew what she was thinking. They exchanged a short, silent nod, and Shirley returned her attention to the questions her husband was asking Mikey about college.
When Shirley joined her husband in bed that night, she felt frisky. Over the years, their sex life had almost completely dried up—now, sex was a monthly affair at best, and it was usually Alan who initiated it.
Again, if she'd reflected on it, she would have realized how unsatisfied she found their sexual encounters. A few kisses were Alan’s idea of foreplay, and within five minutes, he was finished. No, she was lucky if he was still awake five minutes later.
But Shirley wasn't the kind of woman to think about such things. And so she hadn't noticed her libido fading away over the years. Her small collection of sex toys lay forgotten in a shoebox in the closet, and her collection of saucy romance books sat on the shelf, unread.
She hadn't masturbated in five years… which meant it had almost been that long since she'd last had an orgasm at all.
But that night, she was the one to initiate. As soon as she got into bed, her hand was down her husband's pajama pants, her mouth on his, and before she knew it, they were rolling around on the sheets, tongues tangling and hands exploring.
As per usual, it was merely minutes before Alan finished—this time before she could even get him inside her.
"Sorry," he grunted, before getting up to fetch a towel. When he came back, he was surprised to find Shirley naked, stroking herself, rubbing his cum between her legs.
"Do you like this?" she purred when she noticed where her husband's attention was. In just under nineteen years of marriage, she'd never done something as 'naughty' as this, and she was rewarded by the sight of his erection rising once more.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked, before a knowing look came into his eye. "Ah. Free at last?"
"Mm-hmm," Shirley replied, ignoring the aching feeling in her stomach at the thought. "Free."
He's not my baby anymore.
"C'mere," Alan said, grabbing his wife's hair and pulling her in for a kiss. A few minutes later, he was inside her, and her eyes were closed in bliss.
Short-lived bliss.
"Really?" she said as her husband came for the second time in fifteen minutes.
"I'm sorry," he said with a yawn. "You were just so… wet. So sexy"
Shirley opened her mouth to admonish her husband further, but almost as soon as Alan rolled off her, he was asleep, leaving her unfulfilled and frustrated, stewing in the wet spot.
The next morning, Shirley woke up late. When she went downstairs, she found her husband and son laughing in the kitchen.
"Good morning, boys," she said, pulling her nightgown tight around her body as Alan gave her an admiring look. In his typical husbandly way, he didn't even seem to notice she was mad at him.
She sat at the counter, sipping her coffee as the men in her life cleaned up after their breakfast. Mikey caught her eye at one point, and another thought popped into her head.
I don't have a baby anymore.
It hit just as hard as the previous day's thought, pulling all her other thoughts around it like a blanket. Mikey wasn't her baby anymore, meaning… she didn’t have one.
She didn't have a baby.
Shirley didn't have a baby anymore.
If she'd been the self-reflective type, Shirley might have questioned why the thought filled her with such emptiness. She had never wanted a baby in the first place; the realization that she was now unfettered should've been a happy one.
Instead, it felt like a hole had opened up inside her.
I don't have a baby anymore.
Before Mikey, her identity had been a simple one. She was the daughter of her parents, yes, but more than that: she was a lawyer—a damned good one at that.
No one had ever promised anything, but she'd always known she was on track to make partner before turning thirty. She would've been the youngest partner at the firm, but everyone knew she could do it. She knew she could do it.
But the time you take off to have a kid costs more than years. Suddenly, her identity switched from a rising star to a young mother, and she couldn’t do anything about it. The inability to stay late, the time she had to take off, the sudden emergency calls when Mikey broke a toe at school… they added up.
It had taken her a long time to accept it, but she wasn't going to make partner by thirty. Or thirty-one, or thirty-two, or thirty-three… suddenly, her entire life revolved around Mikey—and although she loved him dearly, it was a far cry from what she'd wanted for herself.
But as he'd grown older, she'd been able to return to her earlier devotion to work. Her son was a good kid, so she was never called away for fights at school. And once he could take himself home of an evening, Shirley had finally gotten back on track.
She hadn't made partner by thirty. But she was on a solid path to get there by forty.
Now that she… now that she didn't have a baby anymore.
If she'd been the one to think about it, she would've wondered why that thought didn't fill her with joy. But she wasn't, so she didn't.
Instead, she just looked down at her coffee, fighting tears.
I don't have a baby anymore.
Her mind flashed back to the first day of kindergarten when she'd dropped Mikey off at the school doors. He'd shuffled away from her, looking so cute in his backpack and hat. At the time, she'd felt grateful that she could finally return to work, at least part-time. She'd taken almost four years away from the firm and knew it would take at least twice that to build back to where she was before leaving.
Now, she couldn't help but see it differently.
That was the last time she'd been truly needed. That was the last time she'd had someone entirely dependent on her.
That was the last time she'd felt like a mother.
When she and Alan were next alone, she asked him. There was no buildup, no verbal foreplay. The words just tumbled out of her, and she couldn't stop them.
"Would you ever want another baby?"
At first, her husband thought that she was kidding. He'd laughed and replied with a quip…, but as she kept staring at him, eyes welling up with tears, he'd fallen silent.
"Are… are you serious?"
Shirley nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Alan looked around to make sure Mikey couldn't hear him. "Honey," he said gently. "We didn't want the first one."
"I know," Shirley sighed. "You're right. Of course, you're right. But I was just… I dunno. Wondering."
Alan tilted his head to the side. "You hated being pregnant. You hated childbirth. And if I'm being honest, I've never seen you as unhappy as those four years when you stayed at home with him."
Shirley nodded again and reached for his hand. "But still…"
"I don't," he said. "And you don't either."
"Right. Right, yes. Of course."
Alan drew her in for a hug, and as she leaned her head on his shoulder, one thought filled her mind.
I don't have a baby anymore.
"What has gotten into you?" Alan asked, a smile on his face. Shirley blushed—she'd been so worked up that she hadn't even considered that her husband would question why she was initiating sex again. She didn't know herself… all she knew was that she was still turned on even after the unsatisfactory double the previous night.
"Can't a wife just want her husband?" she replied after an awkward pause. To her great relief, Alan didn't question it further, closing his eyes as Shirley stroked him underneath the covers.
This time, she was more cautious, slowing down whenever she felt him getting close.
After a few minutes, Shirley threw the bedsheets to the side and straddled her husband, kissing him hungrily as his erection stood free in the night air. Instead of letting him thrust into her, she began slowly grinding against him, enjoying the reaction that her body got.
I don't have a baby anymore.
Alan's hands roamed over her breasts and hips as she rode him, moaning softly as he tweaked her nipples. As usual, he wasn't as rough as she would have liked him to be, but she took what she could get.
At least he hadn't ejaculated yet.
I don't have a baby anymore.
"Mmmm," she moaned when she felt his cock enter her. She tightened her thighs around his waist, holding him in place as she began to ride him faster, her eyes half-closed.
"Fuck me," Alan groaned, and Shirley groaned. She hadn't cum in so long, and she was so close. She just needed to… she just needed…
"Oh, fuck," her husband gasped as he came inside her.
"Alan!" she cried, throwing her head back.
"Mmm-huh," Alan grunted as Shirley beat on his chest in frustration. "God, you're so fucking perfect."
"Uh-huh," she replied, sighing heavily as she pulled off.
She didn't know what she'd expected—it wasn't like she hadn't gotten used to this over the past twenty years—but her body was craving something, and her husband wasn't giving it to her.
"Probably can't go again," he mumbled, grabbing the towel from the previous night. "Early start in the morning."
"That's fine," she replied through gritted teeth. "Go to sleep."
The next day, Shirley was awoken by her phone alarm. Her husband had already left—he went fishing with his brothers on Sundays—and she was alone—alone, frustrated, and still feeling strangely empty.
She had briefs to read through, but she was feeling uncharacteristically unmotivated.
Would Mikey want to spend the day with her? He wasn't her baby anymore, but… well, he was still her son.
Most eighteen-year-old boys probably wouldn't be excited about spending a day with their mother, but she'd always gotten along with Mikey. Besides, he'd be leaving for college soon; this would be one of their last chances to hang out and properly spend time together.
Practically skipping down the stairs, Shirley pushed open the door to her son's room without knocking.
“Morning, honey,“ she began, but before she could say another word, she realized what she'd just walked in on.
Mikey hadn't been up, but he was awake.
Awake, and… taking care of his morning wood.
Shirley froze in the doorway, transfixed by the sight before her. Her son, her eighteen-year-old son, was lying in bed… beating his meat. Pounding his salami.
Touching himself.
She knew he did it, of course. All men did. Even though her libido had gone down the toilet, Shirley knew that her husband jerked off several times a week. They had an unspoken agreement—she wouldn't ask why he had such long showers, and he wouldn't ask her for sex more than once a month.
Similarly, she knew never to go into her son's room without knocking. While she did most of the laundry, he would take care of certain items himself. Towels, or sometimes socks.
She'd never gone under his bed; teenagers these days probably kept their porn on the phone, but she didn't want to discover that Mikey was the exception and that he had a massive collection of skin rags.
Skin rags with sticky pages.
But she'd been so excited to suggest they spend the day together, she hadn't even thought, just barged in.
Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, Mikey froze, opened his eyes, and suddenly, they were making eye contact.
The mood shifted from ’awkward’ to ’Scott's Tots’—Shirley could feel the agonizing uncomfortableness in every pore of her body.
And then a thought struck her.
He's so fertile.
Her eyes widened, and she turned around before Mikey could say anything. But as she strode down the hallway as quickly as she was able, the image was burned into her brain.
Her son's dick. It had been hard, glistening with pre-cum… and his balls had been bouncing as he batted the hard bar of his erection.
His big balls.
Big, swollen balls.
It wasn't a surprising thought, she tried to tell herself. After all, she'd gotten pregnant when barely a few years older than him. Of course he was fertile; that was the age at which… well, at which puberty finished its job, allowing people to fulfill their biological role of making more people.
He was eighteen now.
He's not my baby anymore.
It had only taken one time for Shirley and Alan. The condom had broken just once. One time! Just one broken condom and the result had been… well, Mikey.
And now, eighteen years later, he, too, was ready to reproduce.
He's not my baby anymore.
If the size of those balls were anything to judge by, he was extremely ready to reproduce.
He's so fertile.
Shirley realized she'd ended up in the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror, blushing a furious red, mortified at what she'd seen. No mother should ever see her son like that. Ever.
No mother should know just how… how fertile her son was.
It was almost strange how fertile he was. No, not strange—striking. His balls were so full of hot cum. No wonder he jerked off first thing in the morning; those monsters probably needed relieving several times a day. Building up all day, building hot cum, full of sperm, full of potential.
Had Alan already had ’the talk’ with their son? By the looks of it, he needed it. If he wasn't careful, Mikey was going to impregnate half the girls in school.
He's so fertile.
Shirley realized she wasn't just blushing; she was breathing heavily, deep, long breaths… probably from practically running away from her son's room.
Had she done something wrong?
Yes. Barging in without knocking was wrong. But once she'd… once she'd seen what she'd seen, should she have explained? Should she have presented the facts of life to Mikey?
Or should she have run? Run to the bathroom, run to be alone, run to cool off.
He's not my baby anymore, Shirley reminded herself as she splashed cold water on her face. That meant always, always knocking before entering his room.
She'd have to remember that. After all, he wasn't her baby anymore.
And he was so fertile.
Chapter 2
"Is this because Mikey is almost out of our hair?" Alan asked, a dumb grin on his face. Shirley looked up at him—as soon as he'd arrived home, she'd greeted him by dropping to her knees.
She couldn't explain why, but she just needed to. For reasons she refused to question, Shirley needed cock.
And more than that, she needed cum.
She needed her husband's cum. She wanted to make him burst, whether that was in her mouth or her pussy—or hell, all over her pajamas again if he wanted.
Not that she was wearing pajamas.
After their encounter earlier that day, Alan and his mother had avoided each other until lunchtime. Then, without so much as a word, he’d gone out. He didn’t need her permission.
He wasn’t her baby anymore.
And so Shirley had killed time until her husband was due back, then impulsively stripped off and greeted him at the door.
Naked and kneeling. Ready and willing to take his cock.
To take his cum.
“Mm-hmm,” she replied simply, before wrapping her mouth around her husband’s cock and deep-throating it with ease. He was smaller than their son… god, that was a thought she'd never expected to pop into her mind.
But it was true. His cock was smaller, and his balls even more so.
He's so fertile.
Shirley tried not to think about her son's testicles as she bobbed her head up and down Alan's erection, slurping loudly as she did, just like he liked it.
Did all men like that? Did her son?
The naked mother closed her eyes and forced herself to concentrate on the job at hand. Her husband's cock. Her husband's cum.
Not as fertile as Mikey's, but she still wanted it. She still needed it.
As expected, it was barely five minutes before he came, unloading into her mouth. Unlike the previous night, she didn’t complain or scold him for his premature…finishing.
Instead, she swallowed it down, a big smile on her face.
Shirley had never had a problem with swallowing cum. It wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but for some reason, it was all she wanted in that moment. She hungered for it, like it would fill the hole left by her son growing up.
She didn’t have a baby anymore. Instead, she had a stomach full of cum.
Well, ‘stomachful’ was generous. Even at his best, Alan never came more than a teaspoon. Perfectly average, she knew, but still…
Shirley found herself playing with her husband’s balls. They were perfectly fine testicles. Average size, probably—she wasn’t exactly an expert in these things, but her (admittedly limited) experience suggested that this was what most men had.
Not like her son.
She couldn’t help but remember how big his testicles had been. How…full.
He was so fertile.
Her son was so fertile. He had such big balls, she was sure that his load was more than just a teaspoon. Had Shirley ever sat down and thought about it, she probably would’ve considered it a point of pride that she’d managed to avoid ever coming into contact with her son’s emissions, in any form…but of course, Shirley wasn’t the kind of person to think on such things.
Instead, she found herself wondering how big they were. Did Mikey need a full towel for cleanup each time he jerked off? If he came into a sock, did he…fill it up?
It was so easy to imagine. An entire sock, full of cum. Her son, pumping his load into a sock, filling it. An entire sock, loaded with his cum.
His thick, white, fertile semen.
“Whoa,” Alan said, half-jokingly. “Let me at least put my bag down…”
Shirley shook her head, and Alan obediently dropped his fishing gear and allowed himself to be dragged into the bedroom.
“Honey,” he said. “I don’t know if I can…”
Shirley stared into her husband’s eyes as she put one finger to his mouth. She had a hungry look—despite just having swallowed his load, she needed more. So much more.
Her sock was empty.
“I need this,” she purred, pushing her naked form against him. Shirley grabbed her husband’s hands and moved them down to her ass, to her full breasts. “I need you.”
“What has gotten into you?” he asked again, but he wasn’t smiling this time.
Shirley just shook her head, pushing her mouth against his. She reached down, grabbing both of Alan's hands and pulling them back to her tits.
“Get hard for me,” she whispered. Her tits were soft and full, and Shirley closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of his hands. They were so smooth. Smaller than her son's, probably. Her son's hands would be able to grasp more of her naked tits, would be able to…
Shirley opened her eyes in shock. She definitely shouldn't be thinking about her son in that moment.
"Get hard for me," she said again, her voice a soft moan. "I need you, Alan. I need that big, thick cock of yours."
But when Alan managed to get erect once more, it wasn't his moderately-sized, moderately-hard cock that Shirley was thinking of.
A mere eleven minutes later, Shirley barely held back a groan of frustration. This was their fifth time in three days, and she still hadn’t cum. She just wanted to find release, to get off (as Alan was—annoyingly easily!—Able to), but she couldn’t.
She was missing something.
I don’t have a baby anymore.
It was too early for bedtime, so Alan was still awake, holding her tight. She could feel a tension in his body; he clearly didn’t understand what was happening with his wife.
If she’d thought about it, Shirley would’ve realized she didn’t either. But she wasn’t the type to think about such things.
“I want a baby,” she said softly, her hand between her legs. She could feel her husband’s cum, deep inside her pussy. Had any of it made it to her womb? Right now, could any of Alan’s swimmers be finding an egg?
Could Shirley be knocked up again?
He’d done it before. Eighteen years and almost exactly nine months ago, Alan had fucked her. The condom had broken, and his sperm had found her egg. They’d raced through her body and fought their way to be the one to fertilize her.
The weak sperm had died. Only one had made it.
Mikey.
Eighteen years and nine months ago, Mikey had been a sperm, leaving his father’s tiny testicles and finding his way to her egg. And then he’d been her baby. Her precious baby, whom she got to take care of. Her baby, whom she raised and loved and breast-fed and cared for.
He wasn’t her baby anymore.
She didn’t have a baby anymore.
And now he was a man. He was a fully grown man.
An adult. A fertile adult.
He’s so fertile.
Until she saw her husband looking at her strangely, Shirley hadn’t realized she’d bent her knees, and was holding her pelvis up, even as she traced Alan’s cum over her clit.
“Honey,” he said patiently, “…what are you doing?”
“I want a baby,” she whimpered. The words coming out of her mouth shocked her.
What was she doing? What was she thinking? Shirley didn’t want a baby. She hadn’t wanted her first baby. And now that she was finally back on track and had her career back to where she wanted it, she definitely didn’t want a second.
And yet, the truth of her words had shocked her the most. While it was intellectually true that a baby was a bad idea, she knew she wanted one. She knew it as surely as she wanted to breathe, eat, drink, and be free.
She wanted a baby.
It was suddenly so clear. It was like everything had been pointing her in a particular direction, but she’d gotten there herself.
She wanted a baby. She wanted a baby. God—for the first time in her life, she wanted a baby!
“I want a baby,” she said again, more firmly than before. Not just firmly, she was moaning it. “Honey, I want a baby.”
“Shirley…”
“I want a baby,” she begged. “Please. Please, honey…”
She didn’t want to look at her husband but realized she had to. She knew what expression she’d have before even turning her head, and sure enough, Alan was staring at her like she was an idiot, or possibly insane.
“We can’t have a-another baby…” he said slowly, as though talking someone down off a ledge. “I had a vasectomy.”
This time, Shirley noticed her body's motion. She realized she was slowly lowering her hips like she'd been lying on a deflating balloon. Her hand stopped playing with her husband’s cum, and she suddenly realized there were tears in her eyes.
She didn’t say anything. What was there to say?
Alan reached out his arms, and Shirley crawled into them. The husband and wife lay in bed for a long while, silent, staring at the ceiling. After what felt like an eternity, Alan was the one to break the silence.
“It’s hard,” he said quietly. “Seeing your son grow up.”
“He’s not my baby anymore,” Shirley replied immediately. She’d never said the words aloud before, but the moment she did, she felt the truth in them. It echoed around the room, filling the space for longer than any sentence should.
“And…well, with work, I know you’re going through a lot.”
Shirley didn’t have a response to that. Work suddenly seemed so…unimportant.
She wanted a baby.
After Mike had been born, after she’d taken four years off, it had taken fifteen years to get back on track. But she’d done it. Even though she wasn’t getting any younger, even though she’d had to juggle a son and a husband and a demanding career, she’d done it. She was months away from making partner and getting everything she wanted. She was so close.
She was so close.
But there was something she wanted more than to make partner.
She wanted a baby.
“So you’re…you’re having big feelings.”
Shirley tried not to give any indication of how uncomfortable his words had made her. She and Alan didn’t talk about feelings; that wasn’t what she did. She didn’t talk about feelings with anyone. She focused on what needed to be done, and she got it done. She was a survivor.
She didn’t have time for this.
“Vasectomies can be reversed,” she offered, and she felt Alan stiffen—and not in an exciting way.
“Shirley,” he said more firmly, and suddenly, she realized how silly she was being.
She sat up and looked Alan in the eyes. This was the man she’d married—no, he wasn’t her first choice. He wasn’t as driven as she was (or, if she was being honest, as smart). He drank more than she would’ve liked; he’d put on a lot of weight during the pandemic and failed to lose any of it when the world opened up (they both had)
…but he was her husband.
He was her life partner. He was her home.
“I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly shy. “I…I’m sorry.”
Alan nodded. He was about as comfortable with feelings as she was, and she knew he would be happy to take this as the end of the matter.
But it wasn’t. She knew, deep in her soul, this wasn’t over. Not even close.
She wanted a baby.
“You should talk to him.”
It was all Shirley could do not to roll her eyes. She didn’t have many friends outside of work, but Clarice was one of them. They’d known each other for almost two decades, ever since Clarice had married one of the guys Shirley went to college with. Ironically, Clarice and Geoff had since divorced, but somehow, Clarice had stuck around. She was that kind of person.
“Why? I know what he’s going to say.”
Shirley could feel Clarice’s eyes and knew that if she looked up, she’d see an expression much like Alan’s from the previous night—a curious, confounded look.
This wasn’t like her. Even Shirley knew it wasn’t like her. But more than that, she knew what was true, and this was true: she wanted a baby.
“I want a baby,” she repeated, and even just saying it out loud comforted her. It was like saying the Lord’s Prayer when she’d been young—something about its essential truth made her feel better.
Hallowed be thy name. Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. I want a baby.
She wanted a baby. And anyone who knew her knew that no force would stand in her way when Shirley put her mind to something.
“You really want this, don’t you?” Clarice said gently, and Shirley looked up, shocked. The younger woman didn’t look judgmental or skeptical. She looked…accepting.
Understanding.
“I do,” Shirley said, surprised to find tears in her eyes. “I really do.”
Clarice nodded, and Shirley realized that Clarice was crying too. This wasn’t as surprising; Clarice cried whenever a dog died in a film, or one of her kids got a bruise. Shirley had once caught her crying because she’d just been so excited to have Alan and Shirley over for dinner at her new place.
“Oh, honey…” Clarice said, drawing Shirley in for a hug.
Shirley allowed it to happen. It was the cost of having Clarice as a friend; whenever things got even remotely sappy, you hugged.
“I get it,” Clarice finally said, her face buried in Shirley’s shoulder. “It’s how I’ve always felt. But I always…I never thought you felt that way, too.”
“I didn’t,” Shirley confessed. “But something about seeing Mikey graduate, it…I dunno.”
She didn’t say anything more. She honestly didn’t know. But Clarice was never one to let a silence go on too long.
“Maybe,” she said, pulling back, “it’s because your watch is over. You’re done with Mikey.”
“He’s not my baby anymore,” Shirley whispered, feeling the words echo around her.
“Exactly,” Clarice nodded. “You’ve done it the wrong way—not that I think you did it the wrong way, of course—“
“I know what you mean,” Shirley said. After two decades of friendship, the two women would’ve had to work hard to offend each other.
“And now that you’re…well, free, maybe you’ve realized this is your chance. This is your chance to do it your way.”
Shirley nodded. This was more thought than she felt the idea needed, but Clarice’s words made sense. She knew her friend worked through things by vocalizing them, a trait that she found simultaneously endearing and annoying.
But this time, it was helping.
“I want a baby,” she said again, and her friend’s mouth twisted.
“But Alan doesn’t?”
“No. He didn’t the first time, either, not really. But…well, he knew it was the right thing to do.”
“And you don’t think he’ll change his mind?”
Shirley slowly turned her head from side to side.
“I don’t think so.”
Clarice got up to make tea. She opened the ceramic pot where she kept the teabags and glanced at her friend.
“What?” Shirley asked.
“And…you definitely want to…be with him?”
The older of the pair raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, well…”
She sighed. “Spit it out, kiddo.”
“You’ve always been with him for Mikey, y’know? No one wanted you to do that alone, not even Alan. But…do you two have that much in common?”
Shirley could’ve thought about it. She could’ve considered their common interests and lack of shared hobbies. Even politically, Alan was further right than anyone Shirley would otherwise have deliberately spent time, let alone a lifetime.
But Shirley wasn’t the kind to think about such things.
“He’s my husband,” she said, and Clarice dropped it.
“Well then,” she said, pouring boiling water into two matching mugs. “Let me know if you want me to host the baby shower.”
“Oh?”
“I know you, Shirley,” Clarice said, handing her a hot beverage. “If you want something, you’re going to get it.”
When she returned from her lunch break (Clarice lived a short drive from the firm), Shirley buried herself in work for the rest of the night. When she got home, she found Mikey in the living room, shirtless (not an uncommon sight around the house), finishing a movie.
“How’s life as a free man?” she joked, ignoring the pang of pain that went through her body at the thought.
He’s not my baby anymore.
I don’t have a baby anymore.
He must’ve been engrossed in the film because he didn’t respond, just shot his mother a glance. And as Mikey turned back to the movie, a thought struck her.
The clock is ticking.
Like some of her other recent thoughts, the realization was so intense that Shirley needed to take a second to process it.
She immediately understood, of course. There were no physical clocks in the room, so it made no sense for the thought to have been inspired by anything so literal.
No, it was a phrase that she’d heard from the lips of half the women who worked at her firm.
Her biological clock was ticking.
Shirley knew she looked good for her age. Yes, she could afford to lose some weight, but a lot of it had gone to her boobs and butt. No, her breasts weren't as high as they once were, but they were firm and full. Her body was firm and round, and she liked how she looked, how she filled out her clothes, even if they were a little tight.
But no matter how good you look, once you're over forty… well, you're over forty. She knew that women could have children well into their forties (one of her bosses had just had her first kid at forty-four), but the risks increased as time went on, and if Shirley was going to do something, she would do it right.
She wanted a kid, and she wanted it as soon as possible.
The clock is ticking.
After her conversation with Clarice, Shirley was back in familiar territory. Her friend had been right, of course—if she wanted something, she would get it. She’d even spent more time than usual thinking about Alan, whether it did make more sense to leave him and find someone new…
But she didn’t have time for that. The clock was ticking.
The clock was ticking, and she wanted a baby.
And so now all she needed was a plan. A plan that got her a baby—she didn’t have a baby anymore—as quickly as possible. The clock is ticking.
As she pondered her options, Shirley couldn’t help but notice her son’s hand unconsciously move up to scratch his balls. As much as she wished she hadn’t, she’d seen those balls now. She knew what they looked like.
He’s so fertile.
Chapter 3
Shirley could see the relief on Alan’s face when she didn’t make a move that night.
She couldn’t explain why, but the idea of fucking her husband—the thought which had occupied a substantial part of her brain for the past few days—suddenly held almost no appeal.
Perhaps it was because she was too preoccupied with coming up with a plan. Or maybe it was because now that he’d reminded her of his vasectomy, there was no purpose to it anymore. She hadn’t wanted his cum for his cum, she’d wanted his cum because it could give her a baby.
But Shirley wasn’t the kind to dig into these things, so she didn’t waste time thinking about it. Instead, she curled against him in bed and drifted to sleep.
She dreamt of being pregnant. Pregnant, full of cum. Not her husband’s cum—fertile cum. Cum swimming with sperm. Seed, in the truest meaning of the word—seed that could plant something inside her.
Seed that could give her what she wanted most of all.
A baby.
She dreamt of huge balls. Big, pulsating, filled with the cum she desperately needed. She dreamt of the cum leaving those balls and coating her, covering every inch of her skin, until she was dripping. But even though it was on her skin, she knew that it was still fulfilling its purpose, moving inside, all the sperm swimming between her legs, and giving her a baby.
She wanted a baby. She wanted it more than she could ever remember wanting anything.
When Shirley woke up, she was soaking wet, covered in sweat, and dripping with need.
If she’d reached between her legs, she would’ve cum. A long, loud, glorious orgasm. It would have cleared her mind, possibly even made her realize how erratic her thinking had been lately, how uncharacteristic. If Shirley had masturbated that morning, perhaps her life would’ve gone in a very different direction.
But when Shirley’s alarm went off, she knew she didn’t have time for such things. Instead, she got up, showered, and got ready for work.
Her son was already up—unusually early for Mikey. He usually waited until the very last minute to get up, and now that he was out of school, there was no reason for him to be up this early. Perhaps the research that had improved his school results had also taught him some good habits: early to bed, early to rise, and so on.
She smiled at Mikey in the kitchen. She thought he was watching her for a moment, as though waiting for something, waiting to see what she would do. But as she turned to him, his attention reverted back to his phone, and she realized she was being silly.
He may not have been her baby anymore, but that didn't mean he wasn’t going to be glued to his phone.
Shirley poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table, hoping the crunching noise would drown out her thoughts.
It didn't.
The clock is ticking.
She wanted a baby. She wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything.
I don't have a baby anymore.
Mikey had been her baby, once upon a time, but now he was… well, not a fully-grown adult, but…
He's so fertile.
…not a fully-grown adult, but certainly not a baby anymore. He had those huge balls, so full of sperm. Filled with seed. Cum.
He's not my baby anymore.
Her mind wandered to the dream she'd had the previous night. Her hugely pregnant belly was covered in cum. Her hugely pregnant belly was covered in sperm. Her hugely pregnant belly was covered in fertile, fertile…
"Mikey?"
She didn't recognize the sound of her voice—so desperate, so needy—but he did.
"Mom?"
Shirley had dropped the spoon. It had happened again. The thoughts she'd been having, the collection of disconnected ponderings…
It was like they'd woven together before her eyes and formed a logical conclusion that there was no debating. There was another way forward.
She knew what she had to do. She knew what she needed.
"Mikey…"
"Mom, I'm trying to eat."
She couldn't even take offense at his tone; he wasn't her baby anymore.
He's so fertile.
His balls are so fertile. So full of cum. So full of precisely what she needed.
Shirley wanted a baby. Mikey wasn't her baby anymore. He was so fertile.
She needed to find someone to give her a baby. She needed to find someone with huge, fertile cum-filled balls, someone who was ready to make her pregnant, someone who could impregnate her as soon as possible…
…someone like Mikey.
Mikey was her son, but he wasn't her baby anymore. He had huge balls full of fertile cum.
He could give her a baby. Shirley's son could give her a baby. He could make her pregnant. He could impregnate her, just like his father had more than eighteen years ago.
"Mikey…" Shirley began again, but she couldn't finish her sentence. She was shaking all over, and she realized that there were tears in her eyes. She had to get out of there, she had to get out before…
"What do you want, Mom?" her son said softly, and she realized that she didn't know.
Well, no, she knew. She knew exactly what she wanted. Her son's cum, coating her womb. Mikey's cum, his fertile cum, his huge balls full of cum, swimming with sperm…
Her son's sperm, swimming between her legs, making its way inside her body, and giving her a baby.
"We need to talk, Mikey," she said, staring at him. He had a strange half-smile on his face, like he'd just heard the punchline to a joke, but she didn't care. At that moment, Shirley only cared about one thing.
"About what, Mom?"
The silence stretched on. Perhaps it would've stretched on forever, Shirley and her son staring at each other as the years, as the decades passed. What Shirley was about to ask was impossible, incomprehensible. Just ten minutes earlier, she never would've considered voicing the thoughts running through her head.
But the clock was ticking.
She had to. She knew she had to. She wanted it so badly that it had become her only purpose in life. She wanted Mikey's cum inside her more than anything else in the world. She wanted his balls to unleash their cum inside her fertile womb, to impregnate her as soon as possible.
Shirley wanted her son's baby.
And anyone who knew Shirley knew that she always got what she wanted.
"I saw you jerking off the other day," she said, and Mikey's eyebrows shot up. She would've expected him to blush, as any teenager would at such a comment.
"Okay…" he said, his voice filled with uncertainty.
"You shouldn't do that," she said.
"I… what?"
"You… you shouldn't jerk off," Shirley said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
"Why not?"
Shirley's heart was pounding, her mind racing. She couldn't ask her son to knock her up. He'd think that she was sick. He'd call the police and have her locked up. He'd tell Alan, and then…
Her life would be over. She'd be arrested. Institutionalized.
She'd never have the baby she wanted. Needed.
Not unless she was smart about it.
"It's a sin," Shirley replied, running her tongue over her lips. She was thinking on the spot—never her strongest quality—but she knew this was the only way to get what she wanted. What she needed.
Mikey thought for a moment and then nodded. His mother's body flooded with relief; she'd been worried that he'd resist, that he'd tell her that he didn't believe in sin, or that it was perfectly natural for teenage boys to jerk off. That he wasn't a baby anymore.
She didn't have time for that. She didn't have time for anything. Her son's sperm was swimming inside his balls right that very moment; she wanted it inside her. She wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in the world.
But she had to play it smart.
"You need to stop doing it. Right now. You… you can't jerk off anymore. Promise me that you'll stop."
The half-smirk was back on Mikey's face, but Shirley put that down to awkwardness.
"But Mom," he said, his voice calm and level. "You know that I need to get off."
Shirley knew. He was so fertile. His balls were so big that he probably needed to get off constantly.
Constantly.
But she couldn't have him wasting that precious, precious sperm anymore. Her son was so fertile, so ready to make her pregnant…
"I know," she said, looking him in the eyes. "And so, to stop you from sinning.… I'm going to help you out."
Shirley couldn't believe how easy it had been.
Her boss had been annoyed when she called in sick that day—she was lead counsel on a big upcoming case. And she knew that explaining that it was a family emergency hadn't helped. The other woman in contention for partner, Sarah Appleby, was childless, and this would make her look far more attractive in comparison.
But Shirley didn't care. Shirley didn't care about any of that.
All she cared about was the cock in front of her. All she cared about were those big, swollen balls, filled with cum.
Her son's cum, so fertile, ready to give her what she wanted.
Perhaps it shouldn't have been that surprising. Mikey wasn't her baby anymore; he was a teenage boy now, with all the lust and hormones that come with that. And so even though she was his mother when Shirley had offered—no, practically demanded—to jerk him off, of course, he'd agreed.
Something about it still felt too easy. Had Shirley questioned the situation, perhaps she would've worked out what.
But Shirley wasn't the kind to question such things.
Mikey had allowed her to drag him into his bedroom without resistance. His eyebrows had shot up when she'd knelt in front of him, and—barely able to contain the excitement in her voice—told him to pull out his cock.
So that she could stop him from sinning, of course. No other reason.
When he had, Shirley had nearly swooned at the sight of it. She'd seen her husband's cock hundreds of times, maybe thousands, and it had never evoked this reaction from her. It was so… so big. So thick and long and hard.
It was beautiful. It was…
It was perfect. It was perfect for making babies. Shirley could feel it in her soul—it was perfect for her.
She glanced up to see Mikey watching her. Perhaps she should've felt embarrassed, like she was giving too much away, like her subtle plan wasn't as nuanced as she'd intended… but instead, Shirley only had one thought.
That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
Until now, she'd been mostly admiring Mikey's balls. So large and swollen and full of cum. So fertile.
But now that it was in front of her, now that his erection was proudly displayed for her attention, it was impossible to deny.
It was the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen.
The thought hit her so intensely that she had to take a moment to catch her breath.
Shirley tried desperately to maintain character. She was a concerned, God-fearing mother, helping her child avoid sinning. She tried to look disinterested, like any Christian woman would when offering to jerk her son off.
But it was impossible not to look impressed. It was just so… just so impressive. That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
"Mom?"
Shirley forced herself to snap out of it. The clock was ticking. She'd improvised this plan and planned to stick with it. Step one, get Mikey comfortable with his mother helping him cum.
Step two, knocking her up with his cum, his fertile sperm, his beautiful cock…
The half-formed plan had been to jerk him off, then masturbate with the offering. He was so fertile, she was sure that would work. Just rubbing his seed between her legs would surely be enough to make her pregnant…
But now that she'd seen it, now that she'd seen the beauty of his cock and balls… Shirley couldn't do it. She couldn't be satisfied with something as paltry as rubbing herself on his sperm.
She needed more. She needed… she needed to be certain.
Yes, that's what it was. She couldn't take the risk of his sperm, fertile though it was, dying on the way to its journey.
Shirley needed it straight from the source.
She shook the thoughts away. One step at a time.
"Let's do this," she said, her voice firmer than before, and took hold of his cock.
It was so big. So large and thick and warm and perfect. As she started to jerk it up and down, it felt perfect in her hands. It felt like it belonged there. It was meant to be in her grasp, her hands were made for stroking it, for bringing this perfect boy to completion…
"Mom?"
"Shh," she whispered and stroked faster.
She could hear him panting above her, and the sound made her throb with need. This is how I get my baby.
He's so fertile. So fertile and so beautiful.
Shirley kept stroking him, faster and faster, her heart beating more rapidly than she could ever remember it beating. It was so big. She was going to make him cum so quickly, she could feel it…
"Mom?" Mikey asked again, his voice a soft moan.
"What is it, sweetie?" she asked, unable to take her eyes off his cock. It was the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen.
"I'm.… I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to finish?"
Inside me!!!, Shirley wanted to scream. Inside your mother's fertile womb! I want to feel that perfect cock of yours filling me up, making me pregnant! I want it more than anything in the world.
But instead, she forced herself to nod and say: "Anywhere you want, honey. It's not a sin if you… if you finish on me."
The words were barely out of her mouth before Mikey came. He didn't hold back; Shirley knew she must've been doing something right; it felt like she'd only been masturbating him for thirty seconds when his cock erupted.
It was so beautiful. So beautiful. She gasped in awe as it fired rope after rope of thick, perfect, fertile cum onto her face and in her mouth, and all over her top.
So much cum.
She closed her eyes as her son emptied his balls onto her. She couldn't believe how much there was—it felt like more than Alan could produce in a month. His cum was so fertile, and now she finally got to experience it.
Not in her womb. Not yet. But this was the next best thing.
"Oh god," Mikey moaned above her, and Shirley opened her eyes again. His cock was still shaking, with small spurts dribbling down the side—the amount of cum on her skin and clothes was astonishing.
Shirley could only imagine what she looked like. She wore the blouse and pants she'd planned on wearing to work, an outfit that Mikey had seen her in dozens of times.
But never like this. Coated in his cum, dripping from her face onto the hint of cleavage that her blouse provided. She must have looked like a porn star, like a cum-craving slut, dripping with the seed of her son.
The thought should have insulted or worried her… but she wasn’t bothered for reasons she couldn’t explain. Everything was going according to plan.
"I'm going to clean up," Shirley said with a smile, and Mikey didn't protest as she left the room and entered the family's shared bathroom.
As soon as she was alone, Shirley let out a long, loud moan of pleasure. She lowered her pants and unceremoniously began rubbing her son's seed between her legs, pushing as much of it inside herself as possible.
It was so perfect. His cum, his sperm, his seed… he was so fertile, and now she was going to have a baby. She was going to have her son's baby.
Another thought that should have set off an alarm bell, but it didn't. Instead, Shirley sighed with pleasure—and arousal—at the thought.
Once she'd scraped as much of her son's fertile seed as she could into herself, Shirley touched herself. She still hadn't cum, still hadn't been satisfied, and now the fingers of one hand played with the cum she'd collected while she used the other to stroke her clit.
It felt so good. So perfect. So right… she replayed the memory of her son's perfect dick—the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen—erupting in ecstasy… and she knew that was all she needed to cum.
But then, just as she was about to finish, Mikey knocked at the door.
"Mom?"
Shirley froze. If this was going to work, if she was going to get Mikey's beautiful cock inside her, ensure that she got pregnant…
He couldn't suspect a thing.
"Just a second!" Shirley yelled, frantically straightening her clothes back in order, splashing water onto her face to try and appear as her son surely thought of her. Not as a sex-starved, cum-crazy whore… but as a professional woman.
As his stern but loving mother.
It took only seconds for her to clean up her son's emissions—a motherhood skill she had mastered over the years and was happy to put to use once more (though this particular situation was different to the innumerous times he'd thrown up on her as a baby)—and when Shirley stepped out of the bathroom, Mikey was waiting.
"What is it, honey?" she asked, trying to act like they hadn't just participated in a more taboo act than she'd ever thought possible.
"I… I wanted to say thanks," he said awkwardly. Now that was the Mikey she knew, not the 'charming and personable' young man his teachers had described him as. "I know that was weird, but… if it stops me sinning, it's worth it, right?"
"I'll do anything to stop you from sinning," Shirley said, looking her son in the eyes. "Anything."
Chapter 4
As it turned out, Mikey wanted to sin a lot.
A lot.
On some level, Shirley knew that her offer was skewing the numbers. She'd offered to jerk him off anytime he wanted. She'd all but begged him to come to her whenever he was horny.
To cum on her whenever he was horny.
And so, unsurprisingly, Mikey took advantage of her offer.
A lot.
Three times a day, every day for a week, her son came to her. And then on her.
His cum, thick and fertile and beautiful, coated her clothes and her skin and her hair and her body like she was the world's most perfect cum-dumpster. She took the rest of the week off—ignoring her boss's furious protests—to do it, and she was happy to.
This was what she wanted to be doing. This was what she was supposed to be doing. Shirley was on her knees whenever her husband was out, helping her son, 'preventing him from sinning'. She would never have washed it off if Alan hadn’t been there. She would have spent her days covered in her son's cum, happily coated in his beautiful, beautiful seed.
But, of course, things are never that simple. The risk of her husband—of Mikey's father—coming home meant that she couldn't live the life of her dreams, constantly jerking her son off, watching with delight as the hole at the end of his cock opened as he came again and again…
She started showering three times a day, and doing twice as much laundry as she'd ever needed to before. But she didn't complain; so far as she was concerned, it was a small price to pay to get to see his beautiful cock, to get a constant supply of his cum, to…
…to 'help him from sinning', of course.
Had Shirley thought about it, she would have, of course, realized that he was cumming that often because of her offer, because he knew that she would sink to her knees and stroke his long, beautiful cock whenever he asked her to.
But Shirley wasn't the type to think about that sort of thing.
Instead, she reasoned that he was cumming this much, that he required her assistance so much for a different reason.
He's so fertile.
Her son was so fertile; his big, beautiful balls were so full of sperm… of course, he needed release three times a day. Of course, he needed his mother's assistance three times a day. He was so fertile, his cock was built to father so many children… he could have impregnated half the town in just a few weeks.
Shirley shivered with arousal at the thought.
He's so fertile.
This hadn't been the plan. She'd just wanted a baby; she hadn't wanted to get her son involved. Mikey had never been part of the plan.
But his cock was so beautiful. He was so fertile.
And the clock was ticking.
If it wasn't for that, Shirley would have continued going as they were for months. Years. She felt like she could happily have spent the rest of her life kneeling in front of her son and jerking him off until he emptied his balls into her face and mouth, covering her in the beautiful white liquid that would soon give her a baby.
But the clock was ticking, so she knew she had to escalate. As much as she wanted to, Shirley couldn't go straight to fucking.
And god, did she want to. She wanted to spread her legs wide and allow her son's beautiful cock to enter her, wanted to feel the hardness of her son's flesh in her depths, wanted to feel him fill her up with his cum…
More than anything, she wanted the knowledge that her son had cum inside her, and had filled her with his fertile sperm.
She wanted a baby. She wanted it more than anything. She wanted to be pregnant.
She wanted Mikey's baby inside her womb.
But she had to go slower than that. So, instead, she started using her mouth.
She started at the tip, sucking and licking his cock while she jerked him off like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
"Mom… oh god…"
"I'm just speeding things along, sweetie," she said, her eyes large and innocent as she knelt in front of her son and continued jerking him off. "This is the fastest way to help you cum."
She popped his head in her mouth and could feel her son's cock getting harder and harder in her mouth, feel his balls start to swell with seed.
She knew he was about to cum, so she quickly pulled back and watched in awe as Mikey began to spurt again. Shirley watched with awe as rope after rope of cum shot out of her son's cock, coating her face and hair and even landing on her blouse for the third time that day.
It was beautiful. So perfect. So beautiful…
Shirley got a secret thrill, knowing that she was the only person in the world who could have such an effect on her son's beautiful cock. Other women could jerk him off, other women could suck him, other women could even fuck him and carry his baby… but she was his mother. She was the only one in the world who had that relationship with him.
It was so incredibly wrong, and for reasons she didn't understand, so incredibly exciting.
"Mom, I…" he stammered as she knelt, his beautiful cum-soaked cock still twitching.
"I'm here, sweetie," she said, using her blouse to wipe some of the cum from her face. Part of her hated to do that—she wanted to take his thick, fertile cum and move it straight between her legs. She wanted to get pregnant so bad, but she knew he'd be suspicious if she didn't 'act the part'.
"You're amazing," he said, still panting with pleasure. "That was so… fuck, it was so much."
"I'm just trying to make sure you don't sin," she said lightly. "Don't forget, any time that…—“
"—… I feel like sinning, just come and find you. I know."
There was a pause, and Shirley's eyes flickered down to her son's balls. They were still full, still beautiful, still swimming with his sperm…
"You're the best mom ever," he said, and Shirley's face broke into a big, genuine smile.
"Thanks, honey."
After that, Shirley used her mouth more and more while jerking Mikey off. She didn't want him to get suspicious, so she tried to hide how much she loved it… and she loved everything about it. The taste, the feel, the smell…
It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
After a particularly long session (in which Shirley had moved her mouth from his cock to his balls, taking each of them deep into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could), Shirley popped the question.
"Y'know," she said thoughtfully, as though the idea had only just occurred to her. "Cleanup would be much easier if I wasn't wearing so many clothes."
Mikey's eyebrows shot up at the suggestion.
"I mean, if you think that's a good idea…"
"Only if you want that, of course," Shirley said hurriedly. She had never even considered that her son might say no: Shirley had assumed that her son was like any other teenage boy and would leap at the chance to see a naked woman.
Or a topless woman, at least.
"Well…" Mikey said, and Shirley, for the first time in decades, began to feel a growing sense of anxiety about a man's reaction to her body.
"We don't have to if it would make you uncomfortable," she interrupted, and Mike shook his head.
"I was just going to say," he replied with a small smile, "that it might actually help."
"Help?"
"I mean it might make things go faster…"
Shirley's eyes widened as she realized what he meant. Oh!
"In fact," Mikey said, his voice low. "Just the idea sort of makes me feel like sinning again right now…"
For the first time since they'd started, Shirley didn't clean her son's cum off her between sessions. Instead, she stood, removed her top, unclasped her bra, and a blush spread across her body at the look of admiration she received from her eighteen-year-old son.
"Wow," he said, and Shirley felt more flattered by that single word than she had in almost two decades of marriage to Mikey's father.
As his eyes raked up and down her naked chest, a thought struck the mother of one.
I like that look. I want more of it.
She'd been planning on stopping once her shirt was off, but as the thought bounced around her head, Shirley couldn't help herself. She undid her skirt, lowered her panties, and, before long, was standing in front of her son completely naked.
"Wow," he said again, and a flush went through Shirley's entire body. Yeah. She liked this. She liked this a lot.
And it wasn't just words, either. Mikey's cock confirmed it: he liked what she looked like naked.
Without saying a word, Shirley got down onto her knees. She looked her son in the eyes as she slowly lowered her mouth down to his cock. She usually started with her hands, bringing her mouth to his cock after she'd already started jerking him off, but now she let her lips touch the head of his cock directly, running her tongue over it.
"Oh shit, Mom," Mikey groaned, and she felt his hand move to the back of her head. He was being more forward than he'd ever been—typically, he let her take control, but the sight of her naked body must have awakened something in her.
And she liked it.
She liked it, and she wanted more of it.
Shirley widened her mouth, taking more of his cock in her mouth. It was the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. Her eyes never left his as she slowly lowered her mouth further, watching his reaction as she swallowed more of his big, perfect dick.
"Mom…" Mikey moaned. "I… you… that feels…"
Shirley took him deeper and deeper until she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She'd never gone this far before, but there was something about being naked, something about the way Mikey was looking at her…
She liked it, and she wanted more.
Soon, Shirley's head was bobbing up and down on her son's cock, taking every inch of him into her mouth as she gave him his first full blowjob. With one hand, she maintained the ruse of ‘jerking him off,’ using her free hand to cup his balls. Even though he'd just cum, even though his cum was still drying in her hair, his balls were still so big and full of cum.
She'd never known another man who made her feel so completely satisfied. She'd never known another man who made her feel so sexy, so aroused, so full.
And she hadn't even fucked him.
Yet.
"Mom… Mom, I'm gonna cum."
Shirley pulled her son's cock out of her mouth and let him spray her naked body with his seed. She leaned back, moaning with pleasure as his new ropes of cum splattered on her chest and her nipples, and her thighs, continuing to jerk his beautiful, perfect cock off even as she felt it release its thick, beautiful load onto her skin.
When he was finished, she realized that, for the first time, she'd let out a moan of pleasure. She'd been so good about hiding her arousal as she jerked Mikey off, but the feeling of his hot cum landing on her bare tits, on her pussy…
She hadn't been able to help herself.
If he'd noticed, he didn't say anything, just gave her that satisfied smile that he always did when she was done. She returned it, then went to the bathroom to shovel as much of her son's drying cum between her legs as she could.
It wasn't easy to get naked before jerking Mikey off, but Shirley couldn't stop. It was like an addiction—she loved the look that appeared on his face as her tits came into view, and she would've done anything for more of it.
Anything.
She returned to work the following week. Her boss gave her the "not mad, just disappointed" lecture—Shirley barely heard it. Did he really think that would work on her? She was a mother; she'd been giving Mikey that same speech since he was a baby.
He's not my baby anymore.
I don't have a baby anymore.
Every minute that she was at work, Shirley itched to return home. All the work that had seemed so important just a few weeks earlier now felt like an obstacle, like it was standing in the way of spending time with her son.
He's so fertile.
The clock is ticking.
The clock was ticking. She wasn't getting any younger and knew she couldn't rush things with Mikey. If he got suspicious, if she moved too fast, she wouldn't get what she wanted, what she needed.
A baby. She needed a baby, and her son was her best chance at getting one fast.
The clock is ticking.
Had she been honest with herself, Shirley would've admitted… it wasn't just that. It was the look of lust that Mikey gave her whenever she stripped for him and kneeled in front of him. No one had ever made her feel like that.
I like that look. I want more of it.
Work was not only not helping her get a baby, but it was also time she wasn't using to pleasure her son. It was time that she wasn't kneeling in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth, and letting him finish on her skin.
That's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
Every moment at the law firm was like being in a pit of ants. Shirley counted down the moments until she could race home. Where she’d once prided herself on being the last person in the office each night, now she was the first to leave. If she left at 3:30, she could be home just after Mikey, and they'd have ninety glorious minutes alone together before Alan got home.
She could strip down for him, kneel in front of him, and jerk him off. She could take his big, beautiful cock into her mouth while she jerked him off. She could 'help him from sinning' once, maybe even twice, his eyes on her bare breasts, his entire face lighting up as he splattered her naked form with his thick, fertile cum.
He's so fertile.
The clock was ticking. Every day, Shirley was the first out of the office—she didn’t even notice the disapproving looks of her colleagues or the smug look on Lisa Appleby's face as she left each day.
Making partner had been so important to her just a few weeks earlier. Now, she didn't even know why she'd wanted it.
I don't have a baby anymore.
It seemed so pointless in comparison. She’d learned what mattered.
It was less than a week before Shirley felt comfortable escalating things again. Another glorious week was spent naked, on her knees in front of Mikey, showing him how much pleasure she could give him with her mouth and hands. Another glorious week of being at his beck and call—anytime he wanted to get off, she was there for him. Provided Alan wasn't home.
And she wasn't at work. Stupid work.
"I'm gonna cum," Mikey moaned. He was watching in awe as Shirley pinched her nipples—she'd started playing with her body while she jerked him off, enjoying the look of admiration on his face as she did.
I like that look. I want more of it.
To his surprise, she didn't speed up (like she usually did), but instead completely stopped.
"Y'know…" she said, and he looked at her.
"What?"
"It would save me a lot of showering if I just swallowed your seed."
"That's not a sin?" Mikey asked, and Shirley shook her head a little too fast.
"N-no," she said. "Because we're not wasting it, you see?"
Mikey nodded, and Shirley was grateful he had no follow-up questions. Lying was not her strong suit.
"I mean… if you say it's okay, I guess that's fine."
"It's okay, baby," she replied firmly, moving her mouth back to his member.
She sucked on the head of his cock, then slowly—torturously—brought her mouth further down. She didn't know what she enjoyed more—the taste of her son's cock on her tongue, or the look of pride that appeared on her son's face as she took every last inch of him.
He's so fertile.
His balls were so large. So beautiful. They were full of his cum. His cock was so beautiful and so big.
I like that look. I want more of it.
"I can't stop, Mom," Mikey said, his voice a whisper. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"
He was going to cum. Shirley felt like her entire body was on fire with excitement. Mikey was going to cum. She couldn't wait. She'd never wanted anything more in her life than to swallow her son's load, straight from the source.
Well, there was one thing she wanted more. But this was the next step towards that.
"Mom," Mikey said, his voice shaky, and she gave him a non-verbal signal of approval. As soon as she did, she could feel it, feel his balls swelling with seed. She was staring up at him with wide eyes as his cock began to grow in her mouth, and all too soon, she knew it was happening.
Mikey was cumming. For the first time in his life, he was cumming inside his mother.
He let out a long moan as he started to fill Shirley's mouth, and she did her best to keep her composure as his first spurt hit the back of her throat.
It was so beautiful. So perfect. And hell, probably good for her or something like that.
Her son never stopped at a single spurt; today was no exception. Shirley's mouth was quickly flooded with his thick, fertile cum. As fast as she swallowed it, more came, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
His seed was so thick and creamy and warm and perfect. She could feel his cum flowing into her stomach, feel his sperm swimming inside her body…
Shirley was surprised at how easy it was to swallow all of his cum. The amount that Mikey could cum was truly astonishing. And the taste…
It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
"Oh, Mom, that was…"
"Just making sure you don't sin,” she said, forcing a smile.
It was important that Mikey didn't get suspicious.
After that, Shirley was swallowing her son's cum multiple times each day. She began to crave the taste, the sensation of fullness. Whenever she could, she'd strip down naked, kneel in front of him, and get him off with her mouth.
She missed using her hands to coat her pussy with his cum, delivering it to her fertile womb, but the incredible satisfaction she got from drinking his load, over and over and over made up for it.
"Oh god, I love your cum, baby," she groaned one day after swallowing his seed down.
"What's that?"
Shirley's eyes snapped open. Crap!
She'd said the quiet part out loud. Her carefully constructed plan had just collapsed because she couldn't keep her stupid mouth shut. God, what had she just done? What was she doing?
Shirley sat up, suddenly panicked. She was his mother—it was her job to take care of him and ensure he was happy and healthy. Instead, she'd been… she'd been sucking his cock! Jerking him off, three times a day. That was wrong. That was sick! She couldn't even begin to imagine the psychological damage she'd been doing—no teenager was supposed to see his mother as a sexual being. But here she was, stark naked, babbling on about how much she loved his cum… after having swallowed it, straight from the source.
What was wrong with her?
Mikey was looking at her, but he didn't look panicked, or… psychologically damaged. Not that Shirley was sure what exactly someone psychologically damaged would look like.
She needed to get out of here. She couldn't believe what she'd done—what they'd been doing. It was all sick and wrong and sick and…
And then a thought struck her.
This is the only way.
It took her a moment to realize what the errant thought even meant. The only way to… the only way to…
Oh.
Right.
She wanted a baby. Mikey wasn't her baby anymore. She didn't have a baby anymore. And if she wanted a baby—which she did, she was more confident of that than anything…
This was the only way.
The clock was ticking, and Mikey was so fertile. How would she find anyone else so fertile in time? Yes, this plan required going slowly and cautiously, but… he was so fertile.
He was so fertile, and the clock was ticking.
Shirley could feel herself growing calmer. This was the only way. The only way.
And it wasn't like there weren't perks. Mikey had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. And she loved the way he looked at her. She wanted more of it.
She wanted more of it…
"I shouldn't be saying this," Shirley said, putting on her best 'sultry' voice. "I mean, I am your mother."
The thought gave her another brief spike of panic, but it quickly subsided. This was the only way.
"Say what?" Mikey asked. He didn't sound judgmental, just curious.
Shirley liked the way he looked at her. She wanted more of it.
And this was the only way.
"But I've enjoyed helping you… stop sinning."
"Me too," Mikey grinned.
"No, I mean…"
Shirley hesitated. She needed to do this now, before she lost her nerve, before she stopped feeling sexy, confident, and desired, and turned back into just a mother.
Just an ordinary, plain, boring mother.
"I mean, I've really enjoyed it," she said, putting one hand on her son's chest.
"I've enjoyed it too," he echoed, almost as though he was teasing her.
"Mikey," she said, in her best attempt at sternness. "I mean…"
She hesitated, and as though he knew what she would say, Mikey gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
This is the only way.
"I mean… I've enjoyed it more than a mother should."
A smile spread over Mikey's face. He'd (finally) worked out what she was getting at.
"Really?"
"Really," Shirley nodded, and her son stepped forward.
"Oh, Mom…"
To her surprise, Shirley kissed him. For the first time, she kissed her son—not like a mother, but like a lover. Her mouth opened, her tongue reaching out for his…
It felt so wrong. So right.
And then Mikey kissed her back.
Her last thought, before she let the kiss overtake her, was relief—if she'd made this confession a week earlier, she would've been coated in cum, and she was pretty sure that no teenage boy was going to lean into a kiss with someone coated in cum.
And then all the thoughts vanished from her mind, and there was only Mikey.
As they kissed, Shirley began to feel warm. Her heart was beating so fast, so fast, so fast… she could feel Mikey's chest rise and fall as he breathed, and his hands moving to her naked back.
Her son's hands were on her naked back.
It felt so right. It felt like it was supposed to be. It felt like it was…
This is the only way.
His hands moved down, and it felt so right. Mikey grabbed her naked butt in a way that no son should touch their mother, but of course, no son should have their mother’s tongue in their mouth or their cock in their mother's hands…
This is the only way.
"Mikey," Shirley said, breaking the kiss, her face flushed. It felt like they’d been kissing for a thousand years, and she could've continued for a thousand more. She'd never felt such a powerful connection, such intense lust…
"Y-yeah, Mom?" he asked, and she could see the arousal in his eyes. She liked that look. She wanted more of it.
"I… I…"
She gulped, unsure how to go about what she wanted to say. Her eyes glanced down, down to his hard cock.
"Mom?"
"I…"
Shirley knew what she needed to say. She knew what she wanted to do.
This is the only way.
"… I have another idea of how we can stop you from sinning.”
Chapter 5
Shirley would never forget the first time she felt her son slide into her.
He'd entered her slowly, inch by inch. The stretch was the first thing she noticed—it was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her pussy had never been this full, never been so tight.
The second thing Shirley noticed was how good it felt. So good. She'd never known she could feel this full, never known how much pleasure could come with being filled up with her own son's cock.
And then she'd let out a long moan of intense satisfaction and stopped noticing things entirely.
For the next half-hour, Shirley's brain turned off. She was no longer a lawyer; she was no longer a mother.
She was simply a woman—a woman being used for her natural purpose.
A woman being used to pleasure a man.
It didn't matter that the man was her son. It didn't matter that just eighteen years she'd given birth to him, that she'd spent years changing his diaper, holding him after bad dreams, feeding him, playing with him, cleaning up after him…
That didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but this moment.
She was a woman.
A woman being fucked by a man.
It wasn't long before she found herself cumming, her body shuddering with pleasure as Mike confidently held her close. She moaned into his mouth, moaning in pleasure at the orgasm that flooded her body.
He didn't slow down, or even hesitate—he just kept fucking her. Kept using her. And fuck did it feel good.
"I can't believe how tight you are," he murmured in her ear, and Shirley moaned again, even louder than before. "God, Mom, you're so hot."
"So… hot…" she echoed back, her brain not even processing the words.
"You like that?"
"Y-yes," she moaned. "I like that."
"You like how I'm fucking you?"
"Yes," Shirley replied, the word barely making sense to her; she was so lost in the pleasure. I love it."
"You love your son's cock?"
"I love it," Shirley groaned, not caring that what she said was wrong. Not caring that she was getting fucked by her son.
All she cared about was the feeling. All she cared about was the beautiful cock sliding in and out of her wetness, causing such intense pleasure, making her moan louder and louder as she came again, and again…
And then her son was moaning too, and she could feel his cock thicken inside her.
"Oh, Mom," he said. "I should stop."
"No!" Shirley cried, holding him tight, pulling him closer. "Don't stop."
"But… I don't have protection."
Had Shirley been paying attention, she might have noticed Mike’s half-smile as he spoke, the way his actions didn’t match his words, and the way he kept on powerfully pounding into her even as he professed concern.
But Shirley was long past the point of paying attention.
"Good," she moaned, not even realizing what she was saying. "I want to feel you cum inside me. I want you to knock me up."
Mike's eyes widened in what would have looked like mock surprise, had anyone been paying attention.
"You want me to knock you up?"
"Yessss," Shirley hissed, a sense of relief flooding her body as she shared her taboo desires out loud. "I want you to cum inside me, make me pregnant. Fill me up, Mikey, give me your seed. You're so fertile… you're so fertile."
At his mother's words, Mike let out a long, loud moan, and Shirley could feel his balls twitch as he emptied them inside her. He kept his cock buried in her to the hilt, letting her feel every inch as his seed flowed into her womb.
She couldn't stop herself from moaning as she felt it—felt it being deposited, felt it filling her up.
Felt his baby being planted inside her.
"Oh fuck," Shirley moaned as she felt it happening, as she felt her womb expanding with her son's seed, as she felt herself being used by the father of her child. By her son. Her son was doing what no son should ever do.
Doing what she wanted her son to do more than anything.
Shirley came and came as her son kept on pumping inside her, pouring his cum into her fertile womb. She let out a series of soft moans and whimpers, the noises of a woman who was getting everything she'd ever wanted from the man she'd spent a lifetime taking care of.
It was several minutes before she stopped shaking, and longer still before her mind began functioning again. She was naked, covered in sweat, full of cum… and her son was looking at her with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Oh, god.
Oh, god, what had she done? What had she said?
A blush spread over Shirley's face as she realized what she'd admitted while they'd been… while they'd been doing this. As they'd been using each other.
Using each other to…
"Are you okay?" Mikey said, and his mother forced a smile to her face.
"Uh-huh," she said, entirely unconvincingly. "I, um…"
There was a long silence as her son waited for her to finish.
"I… I…"
Shirley paused. She didn't know what to say. She'd just fucked her son. She'd used him, and cum for him, and he'd filled her pussy with his seed.
He's so fertile.
He gave her a smile, his eyes flicking down to her naked breasts.
I like that look. I want more of it.
She knew she had to give him an explanation. To explain why she'd said the things she'd just said. To explain why she'd admitted to what no mother should ever admit to.
He's not my baby anymore.
"So, sinning…" she began, and Mike's grin broadened. It was clear he wasn't buying it.
This is the only way.
He didn't seem horrified. He wasn't running away or calling the police.
I don't have a baby anymore.
In the throes of passion, she'd just told her son—her son—that she wanted him to knock her up. That she wanted him to cum inside her and give her a baby.
He's so fertile.
He hadn't said a word about that. He didn't seem freaked out, or… psychologically damaged. He didn't seem disgusted by what she'd said.
This is the only way.
If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.
If anything, he seemed… okay with what she'd admitted. With her sick, twisted desires.
The clock is ticking.
She'd convinced her son to let her take care of her needs. He'd been cumming on her, in her, for days now. Perhaps… perhaps she'd warped him. Maybe her perversion had rubbed off on him.
He's not my baby anymore.
Shirley was a pervert. No… no, she was just a woman who wanted a baby.
This is the only way. He's so fertile.
She was a woman who wanted a baby, and this… this was the only way.
And she wanted her son to enjoy it.
I like that look. I want more of it.
She wanted her son to enjoy it, because… she knew she'd be doing much more of it.
This is the only way.
A broad smile slowly appeared on Shirley's face.
"Sinning…" she continued.
I want more of it.
"… is something your mother can help you with any time."
Mike returned her smile, and when she leaned forward, he returned her kiss.
Shirley had spent the last eighteen years being a mother first, but right now, she was a woman. She was a woman first and wanted a man to take care of her.
She was a woman and wanted a man to take care of her and give her a baby.
Mike pulled back.
"Any time?" he confirmed, his voice soft, his cock hard.
"Any time," Shirley moaned, sliding her hips forward, enjoying the feeling of her son inside her again.
Neither of them said a word as she rocked back and forth and back and forth, until her brain turned off again, and she lost herself in the pleasure once more.
Not surprisingly, Mike's desires didn't slow down after his mother's method of ‘helping’ him changed. Any time they were alone, any time they could even find a few minutes together, he was happy to slide his hardness into his mother's wet, willing pussy, filling her up with his cum as quickly as he could.
Any time he had an erection, he would use his mother.
"I feel like sinning," he would say, and she would get down onto her knees and take his cock in her mouth, her eyes gazing up at her son as she made sure he was hard and wet and ready to take her, enjoying the taste of her juices on his skin.
She stopped wearing panties and started wearing skirts and dresses, just so he'd have easier access. If his father was home, they'd have to be ready to stop before it could be discovered, but as they got more familiar with each other's bodies, Mike got faster and faster.
Shirley lost count of how many times her son came inside her, his father just one room away, Mike's hand on her mouth to ensure she stayed quiet. He was always ready for her, constantly fucking her, cumming in her whenever he needed to, whenever he felt like it…
She even let him fuck her at work. He came in on a lunch break, and Shirley insisted that they not be disturbed as she bent over her desk, letting Mike fill her up with his cum just a few feet away from her boss.
She loved the feeling of being fucked by her son, and she couldn't say no to him. This is the only way. They were all but fucking each other in public, and Shirley knew that anyone who saw them would think them depraved, would call the police and social services; she’d be locked up and never see her son again.
But she didn't care. The clock was ticking, and this was the only way. She didn't have a baby anymore, and her son was so fertile.
He was so fertile, she wanted him to use her whenever he could, wherever he could.
Mike didn't hold back. He fucked her so hard, his hands gripping her waist hard enough that she knew she'd have marks on her skin the next day. He filled her up with his thick, fertile seed so many times that she'd lost count, and whenever they were alone, while his father was out, or at the hotel room that she would sometimes book for them, she would loudly confess to her not-so-secret ulterior motive.
"I want you to knock me up," she'd moan. "Knock your mother up. Give me your baby, baby. Put a baby in me."
She couldn't ever remember feeling this full, this wholly satisfied. Mikey was the only one who could make her cum like this, who could turn her world white as he filled her pussy with his beautiful, thick sperm.
"I want my son's child," she'd cry, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her. "I want your baby in me. I want to be pregnant."
It felt so wrong.
So right.
"Fuck your mom, Mikey," she would moan as she came again, and he did just that. "Fuck your mother. Fuck a baby into me."
The two were spending hours each day just fucking, making love every moment they could, enjoying each other's bodies. They never talked, not about what they were doing… except for when she was about to cum, when her son was deep inside her, bringing her to the heights of pleasure.
The rest of the time, she tried to act like his mother. She kept up the (thin) facade that she was helping him avoid sinning. “Do you need help?” she’d ask before pulling his lips to hers.
"I'm thinking of sinning," he'd growl, moving his hands to her body. By an unspoken agreement, they both knew he had full access to every part of her, anytime he wanted.
But when it was time to cum, Shirley was utterly unable to hide what she wanted.
"Cum in me," she'd gasp, as he used her for his pleasure. "Put a baby in me. I want a baby. I want your baby, Mikey."
But she was still surprised when he started to join in.
"I'm going to knock you up."
Shirley's eyes widened. His response was enough to break through even the haze of lust.
"W-what?"
"I'm going to knock you up, Mom,” he repeated, looking down at her with an intense expression on his face. "I'm going to cum inside you," he said, and his hands were moving over her naked body, his lips against her neck, his cock deep inside her.
"Mikey…"
"You want to bear your son's child, don't you? You want me to breed you."
Shirley nodded, biting her lip nervously. It seemed her sickness had taken hold of her son.
"Say it," he ordered, and she could not resist.
"I want you to breed me," she said, a mixture of lust and nervousness in her voice. "I… I want you to knock me up."
Mike smiled down at her, then let out a low moan.
"I'm going to do it," he grunted, thrusting harder into his mother as he came. “I’m going to knock you up.”
They didn't talk about it, but after that, her desperate cries were always echoed back to her.
"I want my son's baby," she whimpered, the next time she was 'helping' Mikey. "I want to be so full and pregnant with… with your baby. I want your baby, Mikey."
"I want to give it to you," Mikey groaned, his voice low and needy. "I want to put a baby in my mother…I want to knock my mother up and keep fucking her when she’s pregnant.”
She was so wet.
"I'm going to fill you with my seed," he groaned as he buried his cock inside her. "I'm going to breed you."
"Oh god," Shirley moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Give me a baby. Fuck your mom and give me a baby. You're so fucking fertile. You're mommy's good boy. You're… you're…"
As her eyes rolled back in her head and she came, she could feel Mikey pumping his seed into her pussy. His baby. Her son's baby.
She knew that it was wrong. She knew that no mother should use her son like this. She'd planned to hide it from him, to let him assume that her husband had gotten her pregnant, but now she'd invited him into her dark fantasy, into the sick taboo world that she'd created for herself.
But she didn't care. She needed his cock, she needed his seed. She needed his baby.
And more than that… she liked it. She liked the way her son treated her. She liked how it felt, feeling him take her, using her body for his pleasure, cumming inside her. She liked how he filled her up with his beautiful, thick cum, filling her womb with his sperm.
She liked how she felt while she was fucking her son, how her body turned to fire as he made her cum again and again.
He had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. She liked the way he looked at her, and she wanted more of it.
He was so fertile.
Shirley loved kissing her son. She enjoyed sneaking around. She liked sitting at the dinner table as a family, knowing her husband had no idea what she and her son had spent the day doing. Knowing that he'd brought her more pleasure than his father ever could, that he knew her body more intimately than anyone ever had.
She liked knowing that she would be pregnant soon, with her son’s baby, and that her husband would have no idea.
She liked how wrong it was. She liked how dirty it made her feel. She felt alive, she felt wanted. She felt sexy, confident, and desired. She felt like more than an ordinary, plain mother. More than a boring lawyer.
She felt like a lover. Her son's lover. Her hands would drift to her stomach whenever she was apart from Mike, and she'd imagine the life that was surely growing in there already. She’d visualize herself carrying Mikey’s baby, and the thought gave her more satisfaction than everything else combined.
She wanted her son's baby. She wanted her dirty secret. She wanted to be his.
This is the only way.
It was less than two months—two months of sneaking around, of letting her son use her body whenever and wherever he wanted—before it happened.
Shirley was pregnant.
Shirley was pregnant with her son's child.
But she didn’t feel complete when she saw the two lines on the pregnancy test, and she didn't feel elated.
She suddenly felt… everything. Everything she’d been blocking out for the past quarter. Everything she hadn’t been thinking about.
Shirley was overwhelmed by guilt. Horror. Disgust.
What was she doing? Why had she spent the last two months being her son’s… her son’s whore? She'd let him cum inside her pussy multiple times a day, let him use her as nothing more than a place to deposit his cum.
No, more than just let him. She'd enjoyed it. She'd gotten off on being his fucktoy, on letting her son use her body for his pleasure.
Shirley wanted to throw up.
The two lines on the pregnancy test weren't the harbinger of joy and satisfaction she'd spent the last month imagining they'd be; instead, they felt like a flashing sign of everything she'd done wrong. She'd cheated on her husband. She'd loved cheating on her husband.
She'd broken her vows. With her son! With her own flesh and blood. She'd corrupted him, she'd irreparably harmed the person she was duty-bound to protect.
Shirley fell to her knees and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. As she did, Mikey's words were ringing through her head: "You're gonna have my baby, Mom. That's so hot. You're going to be pregnant with my incest baby, with your own son's son. It's so sick. Fuck, that’s so hot…”
This wasn't the moment of triumph she'd imagined for herself.
More than just her marriage, Shirley had destroyed her career. After a decade of rebuilding the trust and respect of the other lawyers, she'd thrown it all away.
She'd thrown it all away in exchange for getting pregnant to her son. In exchange for letting her son use her in ways no one should ever use a parent. She'd destroyed her career, her marriage, her future, and her child's sense of morality, all so she could have another baby. A thing that she'd never wanted, not really.
Not until recently.
Had Shirley been a more thoughtful woman, she might have questioned why her desires had so suddenly shifted and her aspirations had undergone a complete 180 over the past few months.
But she wasn't, so she didn't.
When she was done throwing up, Shirley wiped her mouth, flushed the toilet, and thought about what she would do. An abortion wasn't an option—it hadn't been an option when she'd gotten pregnant with Mikey, and it wasn't an option now.
So what could she do?
Her stomach fell as she realized she had to come clean. She had to tell her husband everything.
Everything.
Shirley was not a dishonest woman. The fact that she'd been sneaking around chilled her to the bone, and the idea that she'd enjoyed it—gotten turned on by it!—was suddenly completely foreign.
Her husband would be right to divorce her. To have her arrested. To never talk to her again. But that didn't matter; she had to do it. She had to tell him what she'd done. She had to throw herself at his mercy, and hope against hope that he'd forgive her, that… that he'd agree to raise a child with her.
Again.
She had to, morally. To feel right with herself.
Besides, what was the alternative? She was going to stay pregnant—abhorrent though the child's origin was, it was still a human, and she knew it deserved to live. And Alan would notice. Maybe she could hide it for a month or two, but he'd see the life growing inside her and… well, emerging, eventually.
She was going to give birth.
Shirley shuddered at the thought. Childbirth had been one of the worst experiences of her life, and the next few years hadn't been much better. Some people are natural mothers; Shirley was not. She'd tried not to resent Mikey, to treat him with love and care like she was supposed to. But there'd been no love in her heart for him when he'd been a baby. She'd been relieved when he'd gone to daycare, relieved to have some time alone to herself.
Had her subconscious been looking for a reason for what she'd spent the last few months doing, that would've been a good one—latent guilt manifesting in the most taboo way imaginable.
But Shirley’s subconscious wasn't the type that went searching for reasons.
It wasn't until he'd been talking—no, not just talking, opining—that she'd learned to love him. And now she truly did; even with everything they’d just done, she couldn't imagine her life without him.
But she didn't want to rear another child. And she especially didn't want to do it alone.
Shirley knew she'd have to bite the bullet and tell her husband as soon as he got home. He'd be mad—reasonably so! Perhaps he'd struggle to believe it.
But she had no choice. She wasn't a liar; even if she was, she couldn't hide the pregnancy from him. He'd notice, and he'd know it wasn't his.
Shirley's eyes flicked back to the pregnancy test, sitting on the counter where she'd dropped it to throw up. She'd spent months telling her son that she wanted to be pregnant, that she was desperate to carry his baby, but…
Oh, god. She'd have to tell him.
He'd be so excited; her perverse enthusiasm had rubbed off on him, and he would be so excited that his mother was—Shirley gagged at the thought—carrying her own teenage son's baby.
He'd be so excited, and she'd have to explain that she wasn't. What they’d done was wrong, and they could never do it again.
She never, ever, ever wanted to do it again. Hell, the idea of having sex with anyone ever again held no appeal. After what she'd done… after how many times she'd cum with her son's cock inside her.
Dropping to her knees, Shirley threw up again.
She'd have to tell him. She had to, at the earliest opportunity.
And since Mike got home before his father, she'd have to tell him first.
Chapter 6
"I understand," Mike said, his voice quiet.
Shirley was openly sobbing. She'd brought her son to the bathroom where she’d learned she was pregnant and told him everything. Everything. She confessed that she had never been worried about him sinning, that the whole thing had been an excuse to get pregnant. She explained the sudden mania that had overcome her, the desperate urge to get pregnant.
It had been all that she could do not to throw up as she told him that she'd lied to him. That she'd never been worried about ‘sinning’, that the whole thing had been an excuse to get pregnant.
That his…his genitals (she couldn't bring herself to be more specific. It was almost funny… after a month of sick, perverse dirty talk, Shirley couldn't even say the word 'cock’) had shocked her with their attractiveness.
She tried to explain the sudden mania that had overcome her, the desperate urge to get pregnant, but she barely understood it herself. And she shuddered in disgust as she confessed that she'd enjoyed the depravity of what they were doing, the… the incest—the taboo pregnancy.
The cheating.
Tears were streaming down her face as she'd explained to him that just as suddenly as the perverse desires had arrived, they were gone. That they could never, ever do anything that they'd done before.
Shirley had no idea how her son would react, but whatever it was, she knew that she'd deserve it. He could be angry, betrayed, revolted… it was all her fault, and she would take whatever he gave her.
What she hadn't expected was… forgiveness. Grace. The quiet support of someone who loved her, who understood that what she'd been—what they'd been doing for the past few months wasn't her.
Her heart was filled with warmth as he smiled at her. If it had been anyone else, any other situation, she would have drawn him to her to hug her.
But she couldn't. She couldn't touch her son while the memories were so fresh.
She didn't know if she'd ever be able to touch her son again.
And then, as he smiled at her, a thought appeared in her head, an idea that hit her with the impact of a nuclear bomb.
This is all you're good for.
The moment it hit her, Shirley recognized the undeniable truth of the strange thought.
This is all you're good for.
It was true, she knew for a fact, but… what did it mean? Was she only suitable for being supported and loved by her son? No, that didn't make sense.
This is all you're good for.
Shirley gasped as she realized what the thought meant. Her hands had unconsciously moved up to hold her stomach, to hold the growing life inside her. The life that Mikey had given her, growing inside her womb.
She was a mother. She hadn't wanted to be a mother, but it had been her primary identifier for so many years.
She was a mother.
That was all she was good for.
The thought should have been devastating. It went against everything Shirley believed about herself: that she was a capable lawyer, a loyal wife, an intellectual…
But the strength of the thought was impossible to deny. She was a mother.
That was all she was good for.
She'd been all those other things, once, perhaps, but this…this trumped all of that. She was a mother.
It was all she was good for.
She should have been devastated. But instead, for reasons that she wouldn't have been able to explain even if she'd examined them (had Shirley been the type to do such a thing)… she was turned on.
This is all you're good for.
Lawyer. Wife. Intellectual. She'd had those things taken from her in exchange for this baby, and she didn't regret it in the slightest.
Instead of being disgusted by the idea, she was aroused.
This is all you're good for.
Not just motherhood, she realized. More than that. Sex. After all, what was sex but a path to motherhood? And what was motherhood other than providing for your child?
Providing for her child was all that she was good for.
For the past few months, she'd been close to Mikey in a way that no one should be with their child. She'd shared her body with him, her pleasure; his cum had filled her more often than any man's ever had.
He'd made her pregnant, which was all she was good for.
She'd brought him pleasure, which was all she was good for.
She'd taken care of her son.
It was all she was good for.
Shirley realized she was biting her lip, her hands twitching. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been alone with her son for this long without having him, without letting him take her.
Without coaxing the cum out of his cock.
That was all she was good for.
It took every ounce of Shirley’s willpower not just to throw herself onto Mikey and beg him to fuck her. She wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside her, filling her up with his sperm.
Her hands were still rubbing her stomach, a warm glow filling her as she did. She was pregnant—pregnant, with her son's baby.
It was all she was good for.
Shirley closed the distance between her and her son and kissed him. He must have been surprised—she'd just told him they couldn't do this anymore, that she didn't want to do this anymore.
Why? Why would she say that?
This was all she was good for. The thought made her groan with lust. This, being used by her son, carrying his child, being knocked up and used for sex… this was all she was good for.
She'd spent so many years fighting the idea. She'd been such an idiot. Building a career as a lawyer? What on earth had possessed her to do such a foolish thing?
This, right here, right now… this was all she was good for. This was what she'd been made to do.
Mikey was taken by surprise and didn’t respond—at first. But after a few short moments, he wrapped his arms around his mother and kissed her back.
It wasn't long before she was naked, bent over the bathroom sink, smiling with bliss as her son pounded into her, the sound of their skin slapping echoing through the small bathroom. Her hands were on the sink, her eyes locked on the small pregnancy test in front of her, a reminder that she was fulfilling her purpose, that everything was as it should be.
This was all she was good for.
Six months later.
It was all Shirley could do not to cry.
It was finally happening. Mikey was going off to college.
She was going to miss him. Had she spent the time thinking about it, Shirley may have remembered that just months earlier, she had been excited for her son to leave and to have the house to herself again. To have more time to focus on work.
Had she started down that line of thought, Shirley may have questioned a lot about her situation—six months pregnant by her son, unemployed, a happy housewife, spending her time cleaning and preparing for the baby. 'Nesting', something she'd never really done the first time.
But Shirley wasn't the type to think about such things.
Shirley was going to miss Mikey in the way a mother does. But even more, she was going to miss him as a lover.
After her confession, things had returned to normal. Well, what had become normal over the preceding months. Whenever she could, Shirley let her son fuck her, reveling in being used by him. It had been a thrill before; now, it was more than that.
This was all she was good for. When she pleased her son, when she made him cum, and when she turned him on… she was fulfilling her purpose. This was all she was good for. This was why she was alive.
Whenever she was home, whenever she was taking care of her son—cleaning his room, cooking for him, coaxing the cum out of his cock—Shirley felt a warm glow. She'd spent so many years thinking she was meant to be more than this, but now, for the first time, she'd found true satisfaction.
There was no more than this. The idea was incomprehensible.
Of course, she didn’t say anything to Alan. He wouldn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. It sometimes felt to Shirley that no one on the planet could share her certainty.
She was doing exactly what she was meant to be doing. She was living her perfect life, fulfilling her role perfectly.
And the idea turned her on more than anything. Whenever Mikey's cock slipped inside her, she felt a desire so powerful it almost scared her. A primal, unwavering urge to be fucked. To take her son's cock inside her body, to make him cum.
To carry his baby.
She was a mother. She wasn't just good at being a mother; she was made for it. She was created to provide, to serve, to carry life. She was made for her son, and he for her. His seed inside her was what she lived for.
She only wished that she'd realized it earlier.
The only dark spot in Shirley's life had been her time at work. Every day, she went into the office, wishing she was home—cooking, cleaning, serving her son. She’d zone out in meetings and forget to submit her work on time.
This wasn't what she was made to do.
Being a mother was all she was good for.
When her boss inevitably called her into his office, Shirley was relieved. His look of concern became one of frustration as she didn't say anything in her defense.
"You used to be one of my most capable lawyers," he said, "but recently…"
"I'm pregnant," she finally blurted out, unable to contain her glow of pleasure at the admission.
Her boss stared at her, his jaw open in surprise.
"Pregnant?"
Shirley nodded, biting her lip. She wanted to tell him whose baby it was, who her body belonged to, who she spent every minute she could pleasing…
But she didn't. Instead, she smiled as she saw the cogs in his head turning. She knew as well as he did that firing a pregnant woman was a legal minefield.
Twenty minutes later, they'd reached a mutually satisfactory agreement. A single payout and she'd be free… and they'd be free of her.
As she walked out of the office, it was hard to understand why she'd cared so much about being a lawyer and making partner.
There was only one thing she was good for.
She and Mikey celebrated that afternoon, the only way they knew how. And so when she sat down to tell Alan of the news, Shirley's husband had no idea that she was full of their son’s cum.
"You quit?? Why?"
"Because…"
Shirley felt a strange reluctance to tell her husband, but she knew she couldn’t hide it forever. Even now, the smallest of bumps had appeared. The visual evidence of her son's baby growing inside her had almost been enough to make Shirley cum just at the sight of it.
This was what her body was for. This was her real purpose, her true purpose.
This was all she was good for.
"I'm pregnant," she finally blurted out, the same glow filling her as when she'd made the same confession to her boss. "We're having a baby!"
Alan, understandably, had insisted on a paternity test. As much as Shirley wanted to shout to the rooftops the true father of her unborn child, she knew she couldn't. She was unemployed now, and even the firm's generous payout wouldn't last forever.
She needed Alan to support her. This couldn’t disrupt her son's plans—he was to go off to college and live his best life.
Shirley was to stay home and raise their baby. His baby. But the baby needed a father, so Alan had to believe it was his.
To her great relief, her research had been accurate—only the most expensive paternity tests would be able to differentiate between father and son. And so Alan, face white, was forced to accept that his wife's baby was his own.
Shirley came hard around Mikey's cock that night. "He's going to raise it," she moaned, over and over. "He's going to raise your baby."
"It's so fucked up," Mike groaned, a smug grin on his face. "This is so wrong, Mom."
"It's all I'm good for," Shirley said, smiling as she came. "It's all I'm—oh!—good for…"
After she realized that this was her purpose, that this was all she was good for, Shirley had more than just accepted it. She’d luxuriated in it. The fact that she was a woman, that she was made to be a mother and a lover, that she was only good for one thing… serving her children, however they wanted her… turned her on more than anything else in her life.
She realized now that her erotic obsession with pregnancy had been just a symptom of this. Her purpose. Her one desire.
And, just as she'd inadvertently let slip her desire for Mikey to impregnate her, Shirley had been unable to keep this new revelation to herself.
"This is all I'm good for," she moaned one day as Mikey pounded into her. She was unemployed, and Mikey was halfway through his gap year; when Alan was at work, she got to live her fantasies, spending her days naked, covered in her son's cum, her entire purpose to turn him on and get him off.
She'd wake him up with a blowjob, dress how he wanted her to dress, and ride him in his bed every morning. When he came inside her—in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, in her womb—she'd happily accept the gift from her lover, her son, and she would cum with him. She'd prepare him breakfast, then spend the day available for him to use as he pleased.
On the day of the accidental admission, she'd been lying on the couch, wearing a French maid outfit that Mikey had picked up for her. She'd worn it without hesitation, a thrill going through her at how it refused to button over her growing belly.
He'd liked the look of his mother dressed like that and had pounced on her the moment he'd seen it. He'd taken her on the couch, fucking her like she was his fuckdoll.
Which, she supposed, she was.
"This is all that I'm good for," she'd let slip, and Mikey's eyes had lit up with desire.
"This is all that you're good for," he'd replied, and the sound of the words coming from her son's mouth had sent a thrill through Shirley.
But then he'd taken it one step further.
"You're worthless," he'd said, and Shirley had been shocked to find herself cumming at the words. "I'm worthless!" she moaned in response. "I'm worthless, I’m worthless, I'm… oh, god!"
After that, Mikey degraded her every chance he got, and it never failed to set his mother's desires alight. "You're just a slut," he'd groan, thrusting into her, filling her with his thick cock. "Your body's just for fucking. Fucking and bearing children. You useless, stupid, worthless whore of a woman."
"God yes," Shirley managed to gasp, her body writhing in pleasure at his words. She didn't know why being spoken to like that turned her on so much, and she didn't care. She just wanted more.
"If you aren't being fucked, you're useless." "Anytime you're not taking a cock, you're just wasting space. You're nothing. You're a thing—this is all you're good for."
"You're right," Shirley moaned, as she came again and again. "I'm nothing. I'm a thing. I'm your toy. I'm only good for… for…"
"For fucking," Mikey growled. "You're a fuckdoll, mom. You're nothing but a fuckdoll for me to use, to put my babies in."
Shirley’s son’s words washed over her as he filled her again, her body exploding with pleasure. "Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna… gonna…"
Mikey's hand came down on Shirley's pregnant belly, pressing down hard, forcing her to feel the size of the life growing inside. They'd both enjoyed the experience of watching her body grow, as the new life inside her got bigger and bigger.
"You're just a hole for your son to fill," Mikey growled. She loved it. It felt so good to be used, to be seen for what she truly was—just a hole.
Just a thing.
Just a fuckdoll.
A mother.
This was all she was good for.
His cock throbbed as he came inside her, filling her with his thick, fertile cum. She could feel her pussy pulsating around him, her womb opening up for him, trying to draw his seed in. Trying to get more pregnant than she already was.
Mikey rolled off of her, then pulled her into an embrace, running his hand over her body, caressing the slight bump that she could now feel whenever she saw herself.
"You're worthless," he told her, and she practically purred in pleasure.
She was going to miss her son.
But she knew that he had to go. This was the best thing for him.
“Goodbye,” she said, her eyes watering up. “I’ll mis syou.”
Alan stood to the side, blushing slightly—he'd never cared for displays of emotion (it was something he and Shirley had bonded over once upon a time). Shirley's pregnancy hormones, along with her true acceptance of her femininity, had made her more emotional than ever before in her life.
"I'll miss you too," Mikey said, pulling her in for a hug. Shirley pressed her face against her son's chest, breathing in his scent, enjoying the warmth and closeness of his body. If Alan hadn't been standing right there, Shirley would have kissed him; she wanted to kiss him so badly, to show him her love with her lips. With her body.
It was all she was good for.
Her husband didn't suspect a thing.
"Every day," he said, and she nodded, feeling a submissive wave pass across her body.
"Every day," she said, a promise in two words.
She watched as Mikey drove away, her hands on her belly, a physical reminder of how close they'd gotten, of how warped her life had become. She was pregnant with her son's baby.
It was all she was good for.
"Every day?" Alan queried once they were alone.
"Oh, I told him if he got homesick, he could call me every day," Shirley lied. She wasn't a good liar, but Alan wasn't even remotely suspicious, so he accepted her answer without question.
The truth was much more thrilling. She couldn't serve her son with her body—not in person. But she could still remind him that she was his, of the one thing she was good for.
She’d sworn to take a photo or a video of herself every day. Naked, or dressed in an outfit that he'd like, or masturbating in the bathroom, or with her lips wrapped around a sex toy that she'd bought to keep herself company while he was away.
She had a purpose, and she planned to fulfill it. Shirley could feel her panties growing wet at the idea, not just of serving her son, but of having a permanent record of her changing body throughout the last few months of pregnancy.
The photos, she hoped, would be enough to tide him over until he returned for the break. Then, they'd be able to continue where they left off. While he was away, she planned on doing overtime with the baby. Partially because it was all she was good for… but also so that when her son returned, she could foist their forbidden fruit onto Alan, and spend as much time together as possible.
Even if Mikey got a girlfriend (which seemed likely—he'd grown into such a handsome, confident young man), Shirley would still make her body available to him. And to her, too, if Mikey’s lover wanted it. Shirley planned on spending the summer being used by her son, just as they had been over the last few months, doing everything and anything he wanted to—in and out of the bedroom.
It was all she was good for.