Chapter Four: It happens again, the next morning
I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Ben and silently went into the bathroom to shower. I stood there naked, staring into the mirror and assessed my 39 year old body. Objectively speaking, I am in excellent shape. My breasts are firm and perky, my waist is flat and small, and my hips and buttocks were in excellent proportion to the rest of me. Most people would believe I was not yet 30.
I reached down between my leg, squatting slightly and reached in to retrieve my diaphragm. As I pulled it free, with it came a flood of semen mixed with my juice in large globs, spilling from my still dilated vagina and running down my thighs, a few drops of it spilling on to the floor between my ankles.
I tossed the diaphragm into the sink. Up to that point, the events of the night before still seemed surreal and dreamlike; but here was irrefutable evidence dripping from me that yes, I had, in fact, allowed my son to enter me, and spill his seed deep in me.....twice.
Rather repulsed by the gooey mess running down my thighs, I was intrigued by it, and somewhat amazed, at the sheer volume of his ejaculate. My young man had certainly pumped a full load inside me. It had been a long time since I any man had ejaculated inside me, but the volume of sperm my baby boy pumped into me seemed to be a much greater residual volume than I could ever remember before.
I reached down and scooped up two of the larger globs from my inner thigh on my finger tips, and I brought the spent semen up to my face to study it further. I held the semen under my nostrils, gently inhaling the scent; it was not at all unpleasant; on the contrary I enjoyed breathing in the aroma. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed my son's most intimate fragrance.
I was reliving the experience through my sense of smell; realizing that very few mothers ever got to enjoy the scent of their son's semen. I guess that's how it should be; nonetheless, I was enjoying inhaling Ben's scent for an extended moment. I brought myself back to reality and stepped into the shower to wash away all the evidence of my crime; the physical evidence at least.
After washing and drying, I put on my make up, dressed and prepared to meet the day. I was early, it was not yet 5:45 a.m. and I had an hour before I needed to leave. So I sat at the kitchen table sipping my coffee, trying to make sense of the massive changes in my life and the events that caused them. I could not make sense out of any of this. I alternated between gut wrenching guilt, a debilitating sense of anxiety and a level of excitement that I could not recall previously experiencing.
I heard Ben moving about. I looked up and saw him bounding down the stairs completely naked, his flaccid penis bobbing wildly in front of him. As he entered the kitchen he stopped and looked at me grinning.
"Well Willy, lookie who is here.....it's Miss Kimmie." He said referring to me by my first name in a show of familiarity that indicated a comfort with our current situation that I had difficulty comprehending.
"Willy?" I questioned.
"Miss Kimmie, or should I say 'Mom'?, let me introduce you to my good friend 'Willy'" as he motioned to his penis. "I actually think you two have already met." he said coyly. "In fact, if I remember correctly, you two have become very close friends."
My god, he was a confident and cocky bastard, I thought. He was his father's son, no question about it. Almost on cue, Ben's penis seemed to pulse upward as though it was trying to look up at me during our 'introduction'. As I watched, his penis pulsed and throbbed several times, each time growing slightly longer, thicker and stiffer.
When it was sticking straight out from his tight abdomen, about half erect, I said, "That is amazing. Is this going to happen every time you enter a room where I am?" Its growth trick was no where near complete yet.
"I think so mom." Ben said confidently, pausing before continuing, I was more than a little distracted as I watched 'Willy' continued grow erect before my very eyes.
