It felt perfect to have her on top of me, and I didn’t want it to end. She leaned herself down to me and kissed me hard, her tongue jousting with mine for a few second. Then, she broke the kiss and asked, “Are you sure you want this?”
I looked at my mom as I had never looked at her before and said, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.” Those words brought a giant smile to her face. She sat back up and began riding me harder than ever.
The intensity of it all started to get to me, and I felt myself slipping. Like a psychic, she sensed her baby boy turned lover was at his end.
“Fill me up, Matty!” she yelled. “Give me your baby.”
Then, it happened. With the force of an atomic bomb, I erupted into her. Streams of my best swimmers shot deep into her waiting womb looking for their target.
Just the very possibility of making my mother pregnant gave me the extra energy I needed to keep pumping out jet after jet of warm seed into her until my balls were entirely drained. Even better, her pussy gripped my shaft and milked it hard. Her grip never let up until every last one of my boys was where it belonged and my cock began to go soft. She collapsed on my chest and rested for a moment.
After five minutes, she rolled off to my side, her head on my chest, her arm and leg draped over me.
“You don’t regret it, do you?” she whispered nervously. “This could change everything.”
I titled her face up to mine and said, “The only thing I’ll ever regret is if I can’t give you the baby we both want.”
Reaching down and stroking my cock and balls softly, my mother looked back up at me and said, “Something tells me there’s plenty more where that came from. Nobody said you only get one try.”
Over the course of the next month, the two of us traveled to Berlin, Paris, Brussels, making love every night. We walked through the streets of Europe’s bustling cities like the happiest couple on the planet, and we just might have been. Then, one night over dinner at a beachside resort in Barcelona, we sat staring at each other, both having something to say but being nervous say it.
We both began to talk at the same time, which made us both laugh.
“You go first,” she said.
I moved my chair closer to hers, cleared my throat and spilled what was on my mind. “This last month has meant more to me than you know. You’ve opened my eyes to a whole new world, and it all works because of you. People who know us from before we came here will never understand, but I love you and can never picture life without you. So, I was thinking we should settle down here in Europe and make a home for ourselves here. But only if you’ll be my wife.”
With that, I pulled out an engagement ring I bought in Paris and held it in front of her. She put her hands over her mouth, immediately began crying and said, “Yes, yes, yes.” She leaned in and kissed me, barely being able to contain herself.
I slid the ring on her finger, and she stared at it in disbelief. She leaned in again, kissed me and said, “I cannot wait to start our life. We’ll all be so happy together.”