Breeding Session With Mom :Chapter 2: Permission

There was a short pause. Then Julie took her boy’s hand and smiled up into his eyes. Her silk-covered erect nipples continued to press into his bare chest. “So you’re jealous that I’m trying to have a baby with your father and not with you?”

“Yeah,” he boldly admitted. “I’m sorry, I know it sounds stupid,” he said, feeling defeated. “It’s just that I love you so very much, and you’re so beautiful that it hurts!”

Her heart thumped faster and faster, and she could even feel her pussy starting to throb and moisten a little bit. She felt a wicked desire to kiss his lips, but she knew it could never happen. “It’s not stupid, Sweetie. Your feelings are very real. The truth is your father and I have been trying to have a baby for seven long years, and so far… no luck.”

“For that long? Is everything okay with you?” Kyle asked. His penis was still throbbing needfully in his boxers, but he was genuinely concerned for them. He was looking forward to having a new sibling too.

“I’m fine, but I’m afraid your father has a very low sperm count. That’s what the doctor told us recently. It’s possible that he may never be able to get me pregnant again,” she admitted in a low tone.

Kyle’s eyes lit up. He had what he thought was a brilliant idea. “Well, why don’t you let me try, Mom?! I know I could do it, really!” He exclaimed excitedly. His heart thumped wildly and his erection lurched with new life.

Julie giggled. They still stood very close facing each other, her hands resting on her son’s shoulders, and her silk-covered huge breasts still pressing into his bare chest, with her stiff nipples poking noticeably into him. “Hold it, mister. You know that you and I can’t go there.”

Even as she said that, she secretly wished it was somehow possible for them to get intimate. Sometimes, in fact often times, she fantasized about being “taken” by her own son! Lately, she’d been getting a little crazy with allowing him to flirt with her when Jim wasn’t home. Plus, she was dressing far too “casually” when they were alone, such as the silky robe and high heeled slipped she had on now… and nothing underneath! But she told herself that some “harmless flirting” was one thing, actual sex was quite another!

“Why not?! Dad wouldn’t have to know. You could tell him the baby was his. It would be our secret,” Kyle suggested. His erection was throbbing needfully in his boxers.

Julie felt another secret rush of arousal. She thought, I could picture it, getting repeatedly fucked by my extremely handsome, well-hung son, and passing the baby off as Jim’s. So wicked! Her pussy was getting wetter just from the idea.

But she felt she had to shut him down before he got too carried away with the impossible idea. She laughed and shook her head. “Kyle, listen to yourself. Do you realize what you’re asking me?!”

“It makes sense, doesn’t it? You could get pregnant without having to cheat on Dad.” His lust was surging so strongly that he boldly slipped his hands down to her ass. That allowed him to pull her in closer until her pussy mound was pressing up against his huge boner!

She quietly gasped and her heart thumped faster as she felt the sheer size of his arousal. However, she pretended not to notice. “But I would be cheating on your father… with you.”

“Yeah, technically, but the kid would look like Dad and everything. No harm, no foul, right? Mom, I promise I would never say a thing.” Kyle pleaded.

Julie was tempted, sorely tempted. She already knew her son’s penis was twice the size of her husband’s, and she longed to be truly, royally fucked at least once in her life. Feeling his bulging arousal hotly pressing through her silky robe really drove home how exceptionally endowed he was. However, she remembered how much she loved Jim, despite her years of sexual disappointment with him. It was a fun fantasy to imagine getting fucked by her son, but it could never, ever actually happen.

She told him sadly, “Sweetie, we can’t.”

“Why? Why can’t we, Mom? You want this baby desperately badly,” he pointed out. “Wouldn’t you go to extreme lengths to make it happen?!”

“Yes, but not at the cost of my marriage! Son, this idea of yours isn’t about me having a baby. I know you, you naughty boy. This is about you getting into my panties. I have never once in 20 years of marriage cheated on your father and I don’t intend to break that streak with my overly-horny 18 year old son,” Julie said firmly.

She felt better for taking a clear stand on the issue, but she still couldn’t get herself to pull back from their hug. She continued to secretly thrill at the feel of her immense tits pressing against his bare chest, and his throbbing boner pressing against her lower tummy.

Kyle hung his head for a moment, then looked back at her. “What if I get his permission?” he asked with renewed hope.

Julie let out a surprised giggle. “Your father’s permission? Seriously?!”

“Yeah. What if Dad agrees to let me get you pregnant?”

“Good luck with that!” She laughed with even more amusement, because she considered the idea so preposterous.

“No. seriously. What if Dad says it’s okay?” he asked with surprising insistence.

“You would actually have the guts to ask your father to get me pregnant?! That’s dangerous!” She felt another surge of lust that her son was so hot for her that he would do stupid things.

“What if he agrees to it?” he persisted.