Hank groaned as his mom teased him for the umpteenth time. She had him laid out on her bed now, naked and rock hard. She was playing with his cock, fondling it, sucking it, stroking it. Now and then she played with his balls and would dip her finger lower to tickle his anus. He'd stopped flinching when she did it, and was starting to relax after discovering how sensitive he was there.
When he got close to coming, she backed off and let him roll back from the brink before starting up again. She'd been at it for a while, and didn't seem to be showing any signs of stopping when Hank reluctantly declared he was hungry.
His mom pouted. "How dare you ruin our fun?"
"I've been holding off for a while! It's noon, we haven't even had breakfast yet."
"Fine, but we can't just leave you like this. Time to finish you off." With that, she kneed across his middle and straddled his cock, lining it up with her pussy. "Are you ready to knock your Mommy up?"
Hank closed his eyes, both at the feeling of entering his mom's vagina and her teasing him. He got harder at the image of her belly growing with his child. What was wrong with him?
When she was fully seated on his lap, his mom leaned over and fed him her mature breasts. "I bet you can't wait for these to fill with milk and leak all over you when we're having sex," she said.
"Mom," he groaned. She wasn't helping, but he did take her in his mouth and suckled greedily. He swapped back and forth a few times before she sat back up and started to ride him. She played with her breasts, pinching her nipples.
"Mmmm, maybe you're right," she sighed. "I am awfully sensitive, and
very
horny. Maybe I am ovulating right...now." She punctuated the last two words with downward thrusts onto him.
Hank was a little distracted, but thought his mom's expression looked less playful and more passionate while she teased him. She was looking him right in the eye as she fucked him, lids lowered, mouth parted and panting.
"Is this it, Hank?" she husked. "Is this the fuck that puts your baby in me? Mmmmmmmm, I can feel your cock brushing against my cervix. Can you feel it? The soft door to my womb? It's where your sperm goes..."
Her face was red now, her breathing heavier. "Oh, baby, I need to feel you explode in me, because you know what'll happen? You'll
breed
me. I can feel it. I'm
primed
for you to put your baby in my belly."
At that moment Hank felt her squeeze him inside, coinciding with her words, and he blew.
"Oh! That's it!" she cried and she stopped fucking him. She closed her eyes and said, "I can feel your cock pulsing. It makes me shiver to think of your stuff being shot inside of me, seeping into my womb. I'm going to get all big and round, and my breasts will fill with milk," she cooed, squeezing her tits.
Hank wasn't sure if she was still teasing him, but her talk was driving him wild. He grabbed her hips and pushed up, trying to get as much of his semen into her as he could. On one thrust he did feel a squishy barrier hit his tip and imagined him spraying sperm at it.
When he calmed down, she lay down on his chest, pressing her warm breasts to him. "Mmmm, that was wonderful."
"You seemed to be pretty into it," he said.
She lay on his chest for a while before saying, "I, um, have a confession. Teasing you with the fertility talk turned me on, too, more than I expected. I couldn't help myself. I hope you don't mind."
"No," he croaked, then cleared his throat and said it again. "It was pretty hot, what you were saying. It seemed like you
wanted
to have my baby."
"I know. In the heat of the moment, I kind of did. Does that make me a bad mom?"
"No, it makes you a hot one, though," he said, reaching for a handful of ass.
She laughed, squirming on top of him until his soft dick fell out of her. She sighed happily and said, "Let's take a break for the food you needed so badly." She rolled off of him and they cleaned up and dressed in some semi-appropriate clothes to eat in.
***
Abby went out for a bit in the afternoon. She had some cash her mom had given her, so went to a mall and looked for one particular store. When she found it, she made a purchase and took it back to the hotel in a very small bag.
Her dad was due back from his meetings at 5, and they had plans to meet for dinner before a night 'in'. Abby spent some time in the tub in the hotel room shaving her body for her new lover. When she was anointed in essential oils and creams, she put on a short dress which showed her cleavage to great effect and under it she wore the items she'd bought at the mall.
When her dad got back, he gave her a big smile and said, "You look amazing. You're beautiful."
"Thank you, kind sir. Please take time to relax if you like. We have a 6pm reservation."
"Oh? I thought it was for 5:30."
"I changed it. I wanted to go somewhere nicer than the hotel place."
"Sounds fine to me. If you're wearing that, heads will turn."
"I am wearing it...and something else, as a treat for my favourite father...later."
His eyebrows rose. "Well, I can't wait to see it."
Abby winked, her heart beating at the thought of how he might react later. When the time rolled around, they left for the new restaurant. She directed him a couple blocks away to a small Italian place which had great reviews for its romantic atmosphere.
They were seated at a twosome table in the back. As they walked to the table following the hostess, Abby felt her dad put his hand on her back, which sent a thrill through her. When they were seated, Abby smiled at her dad, just happy to be there with him. He gave her his special smile, making her feel gooey inside. She wanted to tear his clothes off right there and fuck him.
The food was good, but Abby mostly enjoyed seeing her dad devour her cleavage with his eyes. It made her feel desired and sexy.
