Breeding Session With Mom :Chapter 5: Can you do HandJob…

“Plans? You mean we can’t start tonight?!” Kyle asked with severe disappointment.

She giggled, and stroked her son’s dark brown hair. “You silly boy. You don’t know too much about making babies, do you? It’s a lot more complicated than just crawling between Mom’s legs and doing your thing. It can only be done at a certain time, using certain techniques to ensure my pregnancy.”

As her huge, bra-less tits kept heaving up and down from her heavy breathing, she went on to describe the ovulation process and how only during that certain window of time can a baby be created. It was a window which she was due for in a few days.

He knew all that already, but he’d been irrationally hoping they’d start fucking just as soon as Jim gave permission. He was secretly crushed, but tried hard not to show it. However, he wasn’t so sad that his erection was in danger of going flaccid. The mere idea that he’d get to fuck his bombshell mother someday soon was keeping him almost permanently aroused, ever since the last conversation he’d had with her about it, earlier in the day.

She took her son’s hand in hers and their eyes met. “Sweetie, I realize this is a brand new experience for you. I think it’s important for us to keep in mind throughout this whole process, who we are and why we’re doing this. It’s all about procreation, and giving you a new brother or sister. I think our sessions should be very cut and dry, without any… how shall I say this… unnecessary pleasure. Strictly clinical and dispassionate. Do you know what I mean?”

Kyle nodded, as if in agreement. He figured, She says that now! But once I have my nine-inch cock burrowing deep within her womb, all that “unnecessary pleasure” shit will fly out the window! I’ve fucked a lot of girls, the sexiest girls in school. They all go crazy for my pecker, and beg for more!

But he tried to look and sound innocent. “Okay, I get it. We can’t fuck tonight.”

She interrupted, “Can you not use such vulgar language, please? What if you say ‘copulate’ instead?”

“Okay, fine. Copulate.’ Or what about ‘breed?'”

“Um, I suppose that works too.”

He resumed, “I get that I can’t breed you tonight. But the fact is, I’m going to breed you soon.”

She felt a secret thrill each time he used the word “breed,” but she tried hard not to show it. Her heavy tits were still heaving up and down, and all that heaving had caused her robe to open in front, nearly to the edges of her nipples, and down to her belly button.

Her breasts were so large for her chest that they tended to touch each other even when completely unsupported. He started with an intense lust at her deep cleavage. Soon, I’ll have my hands right there! Hell, I’ll have my dick right there! Oh, man! I could pass out right now!

He tried to dial back his blatant desire, and managed to look back up into her eyes, despite all the sexy heaving. “You know this is a dream come true for me. To kind of celebrate what we’re going to do, can we at least do something tonight, to sort of tide me over? Maybe a blowjob?”

She glared at him in extreme irritation. “Brian! Just what do you think I am?! So kind of wanton slut?! That will NOT be happening, now or ever! Have you not been listening to a word I’ve been saying?! Our goal here is procreation, not sexual pleasure! A blowjob doesn’t get me pregnant, so that’s right out!”

That seemed hypocritical given that she was sitting there nearly topless while obviously panting heavily with desire, but he let it slide.

He held his hands out in placating gesture. “Okay, okay! Sorry! But look at this from my point of view. I mean, is it really so evil of me to want to experience SOME sexual pleasure?! As the saying goes, I’m ‘young, dumb, and full of cum.'”

She couldn’t resist gazing at the outrageous bulge in his boxers. “You are that!” She giggled nervously.

She glanced down at his boxers. They were white and thin, allowing her to vaguely see the shape of a “snake” resting on one of his legs. Whoa! Have mercy! If he cums as much as his penis is large, ‘full of cum’ will be an understatement! I’m gonna drown in his sticky love!

He went on, “As you know, I’ve desired you for a long, long time. I know you’re going to say that’s wrong…”

“That IS wrong,” she stated firmly.

He rolled his eyes. “Even so, this lust of mine is a necessary ingredient for the baby making to happen. We can’t deny it’s not there. You say I might have to wait for days. Days! Can’t you at least throw me SOME kind of bone tonight, to get my hopes up?!”

She glanced at his crotch again, and said wryly, “I can see that your ‘hopes’ are way up already.” She added in embarrassment, “Speaking of which, can you please, uh, tuck yourself in there?!”

He looked to his crotch at saw that several inches of his boner was sticking through the slit on the front of his boxers! He hadn’t actually planned that “accident,” but he was happy that it had happened. Still, he didn’t want to push too hard, so he muttered, “Oh, sorry,” and readjusted his boner so it was entirely covered again.

Julie’s heart pounded like a hammer. She thought, Good Lord! Did I really just see that?! Even now, I can’t believe my eyes. It’s like he has a fleshy cucumber stuffed in there! I swear, the several inch section of it I just saw is bigger than all of Jim’s penis, and that’s just part of my son’s total endowment!

The thickness of that thing is INSANE! No wonder all the girls in school can’t wait for their turn to ride him. I wonder how many cherries he’s popped with that, that… deadly weapon! AND I’M NEXT!

Sweet Jesus! Julie, what are you getting yourself into?! Is that really going to fit inside me?! I tell myself that I’m doing this just for the baby, but… UNGH! I can’t deny… I want it! I want him! Just once or twice, to see what it’s really like! To have sex with my SON!

“Penny for your thoughts?”