Commission for a patron

Chapter 2: Whoopsies

Claire moaned like a bitch in heat. Her ass was in the air and her tits grinded on the smooth fabric of the bedsheets. The linen felt like heaven on her hard nipples, dragging along them with each thrust. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to take another of her own species. Ever since she had lost her husband she hadn’t had another sergal. She had had dates from time to time, and had sex, sure, but another sergal just felt right. Her body knew its own kind well and responded accordingly.
Never mind that the sergal male taking her was her own son.

“TAKE IT. Ohh take IT. I’m going to fill that womb with DOZENS of pups”

“AAAAAAAAAHH. OHHH do it. FILL ME… I need you!”

She felt him explode inside her and clamped down in response. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she cried out a long guttural moan of orgasm. Her body knew what it wanted and her mind couldn’t bring itself to disagree.

She collapsed panting, the only thing still elevated was her ass where her son had been taking her doggy style for the last hour. He was still inside her, still hard and holding her hips firmly in his hands. This had gone on far longer than she had intended, months now. She had planned on teaching her son hands-on skills, just like her parents had taught her, with the eventual intention of him using those skills to get and please another female.

But to have a real sergal cock, and a nice juicy one as big as her husband’s was….

She couldn’t blame her son for wanting to keep going at her either. She was sure she felt as good to him as he did to her. Her clit hood absentmindedly licked at his balls while he held himself in her. He never pulled out, even as he eased the two of them into a laying position and began to spoon her. He was still in her well used but thoroughly enthusiastic pussy. She purred at the feeling, and got louder as he slid his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts.

“Everything about you is so amazing mom.” Dan said into her ear, eliciting shudders as he stroked her still erect nipples.

“You too my boy. So good” Claire moaned, “but … but I’m your mother… this was for education purposes. We really should stop.”

“You said that before mom. Right before I did you over the kitchen table.”

Claire groaned, he was right of course, “I can’t control myself around you can I?”

“Why should you have to? We both love this, so what’s the problem?”

It was a decent argument she had to admit, “Ok… fine.. but you have to promise me something.”

“What is it mom?”

“Don’t give up looking for ANOTHER girl, a wife one day.”

Dan humped making her gasp, “What if I want to make you my wife?”

Claire reached around and gave her son a firm spank, which only earned her another thrust, “I’m serious Dan.”

“Ok fine fine. But in return, I want us to start sharing our daily showers”

Claire chuckled, “So more opportunities to feel up your mother.”

“Of course.” Dan said giving her a loving belly rub, “Why ever would I pass up such a chan…. Hey mom?”

“hmm?”

“Did you put on weight?”

Claire gave him another spank and scoffed, “I think with all the workouts you’ve been giving me of late, putting ON weight is hardly a worry.”

“Well unless my cum is high calorie, have a feel.”

Claire rolled her eyes but did feel her belly. It was subtle, but she could feel a bump on it. “huh. Maybe I should get some more walks in, unless…”

Claire’s eyes went wide and she leapt out of bed as the realization hit. Her son’s cum still dripped from her crotch as she stared down at her belly. A barely perceptible bump was visible. She stumbled to the wall suddenly sure that despite her birth control pills her son had managed to knock her up at some point. Dammit he was just like his father. Potent as all hell.

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur. She even needed reminding to put on clothes before rushing out to get a pregnancy test. What the hell was she supposed to do if she was pregnant? Her son was the father! Should they abort? Keep it? She loved her son and had enough disposable income to handle this. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? But what would everyone say? Would they have to move? Would she actually do it? Marry her own son? He was a good man after all, and great in bed once he got some practice. Would it be so bad to be his?
That afternoon she slid deeper into her chair. Bottomless and groaning as she slowly watched the little bar on the test light up. That’s it. She was pregnant.

“Dan…” She called out from her chair. Barely having the emotional strength to do much else.

“You ok mom?” Dan said coming into the room, “Eh? Forgetting to dress again, you had pants on earlier right?”

“They’re probably still in the bathroom. Dan I… Dan you’re a father.” Claire managed to squeak out to her son. She wasn’t sure how he’d react. Would he panic? Would he shout or say they needed to abort? What would he do?

What he in fact did was kneel down in front of her, pull her into a hug, resting his head on her chest, and just held her. He didn’t say anything for a long time, just held onto her. Her breathing lifted her tits up and down and with them her son’s head. It felt nice to be like this, close and comfortable. After a long while he spoke, “We got this mom.”

“We got this?” Claire asked alarmed, “How! There’s so much that could happen! How do we ’got this’?”

“You need to relax, mom. I can help.”

Claire was about to say more. Go into another panicked speech about how everything could go wrong, but she was interrupted. She hardly even noticed her son sliding down her till he was sitting on the floor in front of her chair.
She did notice it when his tongue slid into her slit though.

All her tension cracked and she flopped back as her son slit his tongue deeper and deeper, working around inside her and unraveling all her anxiety and fear. As she closed her eyes and started to moan she found herself agreeing with him.

“We got this.”