The magic between this mother and son continues to grow
As Sandy and I walked to her bedroom, I was replaying the events of tonight in my mind. Somehow, everything about this was totally wrong but it didn't seem wrong. Obviously, this was not something my mother was doing merely on a whim. It was as though she had been planning to divorce my father for quite some time.
There were many questions with no obvious answers. Why she was pulling me into this? Why was she making it appear as though I had been her accomplish all along? What was her motivation? These things baffled me. The answers to those questions were clouded as this was some dark shrouded mystery.
Her timing, too, was especially strange. She was ovulating and it seemed as though she had intentionally set this situation up so she could seduce me and have me get her pregnant. Her catching my dad and Daphne during their clandestine act seemed to be far more than simply a coincidence. I had blindly followed Sandy into this by agreeing not only to go along with her having our baby but also with us moving possibly to another country and becoming man and wife. Sandy was beautiful, hot, and sexy. I was young and horny. I needed sleep and time to think through this entire situation.
I desperately wanted her again tonight. However, I decided to try to convince her we should go to sleep tonight and talk more about all of this in the morning. As we lay together in her bed, she cuddled close to me. She kissed me lightly my cheek while nuzzling her face against me.
"Are you alright, Steven?" She asked,
"Yes, Sandy, it's just that everything is happening so quickly. I feel overwhelmed by it all," I replied.
"I understand, darling, but I assure you everything will work out for us," she stated.
"You wanting to have our baby, me agreeing for you about it, us moving to heaven knows where, getting married, and living together happily ever after seems surreal. This isn't a storybook or a fairy tale, this is real life," I told her knowing she understood this as well as I did.
"I guess I'm just being overly needy. I'm afraid I my lose you," she confessed.
"You will never lose me, Sandy. I love you," I whispered to her.
"I know you do and I love you, baby. I guess I'm just being selfish and want to have everything my own way. The spectacular sex is something I've always longed for. I just didn't expect it to find it with you. It's amazing," Sandy paused before saying with a giggle, "Now that I've had a taste of it, I guess I'm like a kid with a new toy. I don't want to stop playing with it."
"I know exactly how you feel because it is the same for me. You are very beautiful. You are very sexy. I want every part of you but I think we should slow down just a little to be sure we do not do something really stupid," I told her.
"Do you want me to get a morning after pill?" She asked with her voice trembling.
"No, let's let it go for now and see it you miss your next period. You are regular, aren't you?" I asked her quizzically.
"Yes, my periods come like clockwork," was her reply.
"Then let's just wait for a little while. If you are pregnant, then we can decide what we should do," I told her.
"OK, darling, I guess that does make the most sense," Sandy said in agreement.
Sandy chuckled softly before saying, "I had a really crazy idea earlier. Let me tell you about it."
"Sure, go ahead," I replied.
"This seems spiteful and I don't really want it to happen but I think it would be funny if, after the divorce, you seduced Daphne and got her pregnant. Naturally, she would let your father believe the baby was his. Then we he got tired of her, she could divorce him and take half of what he has left. Of course, after this divorce, I am sure your father would make her sign a prenuptial agreement before he married her," she said.
"I really wouldn't want your baby to be raised by Robert even if he did think it was his. He is basically, a pretty good guy. He's just too self centered. I just can't understand what he plans to do with all the money he has made," Sandy continued.
"You are a very sick woman, Sandy," I teased her.
"I guess, perhaps, I am a sick woman," she said, " but I keep myself from wondering if he would suck the milk from her big tits once Daphne started lactating. He would hardly even touch mine when once I began producing milk. I always thought men liked that. Maybe it was because my tits were too small to suit him unlike those of Daphne, his human cow."
'Damn,' I thought, 'women with huge tits and men with dicks the size of baseball bats. What's the world coming to? I was big, yes, but I wasn't hung like a horse yet my mom seemed to love it and I adored her C cup tits which, to me, were perfect for her body. Hell, she was 39 yet she still looked to be only in her mid twenties. I knew many of my friends had been jerking off for years while thinking about her even though she dressed in frumpy clothes like an old lady most of the time. The way she dressed was certainly something I would like for to her change. I believed it would greatly improve her self image.'