My sexual relationship did not begin with my mother until the birth of my first child when I was 28 years old. I never seriously thought that the incestuous activities that we are enjoying now were even a possibility when I was a boy. Sure, I might have had normal brief erotic thoughts about my mother during my daily masturbation sessions during my youth, but never dreamed that it would actually happen, and to the degrading extent that it has evolved to years later. That's what makes this such a remarkable story worth telling.
I grew up in a small city in Florida (Fort Lauderdale) and went to college in Gainesville. My father died unexpectedly in bed one night when he was 64 years old. I never moved back home again. I met a girl from Gainesville, fell in love, got married, got a job, and settled nearby in Miami.
My mother's name was Bea, like Aunt Bea on the Andy Griffith Show, and she looked like her too! Mom dressed very old fashioned - like someone's grandmother, or great grandmother, and usually could be found wearing a dress and full lace trimmed apron. Her hair was long and turning grey, and wrapped around her head and held up with hairpins. Her hips were wide, her breast were ample with large protruding nipples, when erect, extending out at least 1 ½" from her breasts. To me, her nipples were her most desirable physical feature. I guess nursing three children did have some benefits!
My wife's name is Liz and she is very beautiful and I love her very much. We have a very active and mutually fulfilling, loving sex life. Matter of fact, I loved her so much, and filled her so full of baby gravy that she became pregnant. Needless to say my mother Bea, and Liz's mother Lillian, both were extremely excited to become grandmothers! The next nine months were filled with baby showers, shopping, and planning for junior.
Liz's and my active sex life continued for 8 months into the pregnancy, and even increased for a while. To me, pregnant women are very sexy. I loved how Liz's tits enlarged in size almost every day! Even her nipples got larger and more sensitive. She became more horny than before she was pregnant, and we both enjoyed that time of our lives together. Things were great in the bedroom, and in the kitchen, and in the living room until Liz's 9th month of pregnancy when things turned cold. Enlarged Liz was so big and uncomfortable that she didn't want sex anymore. I couldn't say that I really blamed her, but I did get her to blow me for another week, but after that even a blowjob was too uncomfortable for Liz to perform. She said that her sex drive was gone and she didn't even want to think about sex! For the next three weeks I tried not to even think about sex either, even with rosey palm, also know as my hand!
One Monday morning I got up to go to work as usual, and Liz got up with me, which was unusual since she was now off work resting, staying in bed a lot, and getting ready for our trip to the hospital. I asked Liz what she was doing up and she said she wanted to get some housecleaning done before the baby came. I told her it sounded like a good idea to me if she didn't over do it, and off to work I went.
I called Liz at lunchtime to see how she was doing, and her answer floored me! She said she had cleaned the entire house, done the laundry, and went to the grocery store all before lunch. I asked why she had done all that, and she said that she just felt good, and had a burst of energy and just did it! Kidding, I asked what she was going to get done after lunch? She answered me that she still needed to pack her suitcase and she wanted to paint the baby's room!
I got home that evening and everything looked perfect. The whole house was clean, lots of groceries on hand, all the laundry had been done, folded, and put away. Liz had painted the baby's room and she was finishing cleaning the paint brushes, and had dinner on the stove.
"Would you like to give each other a massage after dinner" I asked hoping to relieve the perpetual hardon in the process that I have had for the past two weeks!
Knowing my motive Liz replied; "Oh honey, I sorry I'm just not in the mood tonight." Like she had said every night for the past month. "I still need to pack my suitcase."
I helped clean up after dinner, read the newspaper, watched a little TV, and headed to bed for the evening. Liz was still packing. I had just dozed off when I was awaken at 11 PM by Liz calling my name. "John-ny, John-ny, Oh John-ny."
As I quickly walked toward Liz's voice, I was telling her that I was on the way. I found Liz sitting in the center of the bathroom floor in a small puddle and she said. "Johnny, get some towels. My water just broke! We're going to the hospital to have a baby. Don't forget my suitcase!"
Our baby was born at 5:32 AM the next morning. We both were whipped after being up all night especially in such a stressful event. Newly named Shrek, our 6 lb. 10 oz. baby boy was healthy and being cleaned and checked by the hospital staff. By 6 AM or so I was ready to start calling relatives and my work, and giving them the good news. My first two calls were to Bea and Lillian. Both were very excited and fit to be tied, and they each wanted to know what they could do for us. I didn't have a clue what to tell them.
By 8:30 AM our son, Shrek had been returned to us with a clean bill of health and we had just breast fed him his first meal. The nurse told us that Liz needed to get some rest and I should go home a get some too. I couldn't disagree. So I hugged and kissed the wife and headed for home.
At 9:30 AM, I was at home trying to get some sleep in my own bed. But I couldn't sleep very well due to my large erection that has become my constant companion. At about 10:30 AM, I decided to take care of the pup tent problem myself manually, so I started stroking my manhandle. Then I heard the back door open, and heard someone walking into the kitchen with what sounded like grocery bags.
"Johnny! Are you here?" I heard my mother Bea's voice and remembering that she does have a key to our house.
"Yes, Mother I'm in the bedroom" I called back.
Sticking her head in the already open door she asked; "Is everything alright?"
Trying to quickly disguise the pup tent between my legs with the blanket I answered; "Yes everything is fine. Liz is fine, Shrek is fine, and I'm fine, but we are all tired. The nurse told me to come home and get some sleep."
"Well I want to help you for the next few days or so, as long as you need me. What do you need me to do? I got some groceries for you that I need to put away. Be right back. You think about it."
She's here to help for a few days? That news to me. What can she do to help? I thought to myself. Liz and the baby aren't going to be home for a couple days, the house looks perfect, clean house, clean laundry and I honestly don't know what to tell her. Everything is already done!
I was holding my hard cock under the blankets when my mother come back into my bedroom. "I see that meals have already been prepared and labeled for you in the refrigerator. You must be hungry. Would you like me to heat one up for you?
