“That’s it,” Mom said as tears filled her eyes as well. “Make love to Mommy’s ass, Jeremy. Your cock feels so good inside me.”
I went slow. Although there was a small part of me that thought I might hurt her again, there was an even bigger part of me that understood, by the look on Mom’s face and the feelings I was having at the moment, that this was fine. This was good. This was the ultimate expression of love one could have for another, so private and personal a thing it was. Also driving me on was that Mom had told me the truth when she said she would have many, many orgasms from anal sex. With the assistance of her fingers on her clit, I helped bring her to more orgasms than I could count. I had slowly built myself to one and was working on another.
“This is the culmination of our love, Jeremy,” Mom said to me between orgasms. “If your father
walked in on us right now, I wouldn’t stop. I want nothing more at this moment than your cock
in my ass, treating me as well as it is.”
“Oh, Mom!” I shouted, then caught my second nut. I collapsed onto her, my still-rigid cock deep in her ass. I turned her over to where she was on top. “Ride me slowly, Mom. I don’t want to fuck you. I want you to make love to me.”
Mom smiled, then began. It was wonderful, simply because we were not working toward another orgasm, but working toward bringing each other as much pleasure as we could. Mom continued to ride me slowly, then she stopped. She just looked at me. I asked if something was wrong, but she just smiled and started riding me again. About two minutes later Mom bent and whispered in my ear, “I want to have your baby.”
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed as I came for the third time. Out of breath, I stared at her, then pulled her down and kissed her ferociously. She returned every bit of the passion I gave, and eventually we pulled apart. “Were you serious?” I asked her.
“I’m so sorry, Jeremy. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But did you mean it?”
“It … It was the heat of the moment, Jeremy. It never should have passed my lips.”
“I’ll do it, Mom. I’ll get you pregnant if that’s what you want.”
“I want it so much,” Mom said as she began to cry, “but it can never happen, Jeremy. Never.”
“It can if you let me,” I told her. “I understand that Dad would have to believe it is his, but you and I could raise it together, Mom.”
“No, Jeremy. What I mean is … I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I went to my doctor about the tear on my anal tissue. During the course of my visit, Dr. Sanchez gave me a pap smear and … There are indications that I have cervical cancer.”
“NO!”
“It’s okay, Jeremy. Dr. Sanchez says she caught it early enough that it’s not life-threatening, but I will never be able to have children again.” She laughed. “You know, before you and I began this, I assumed it would be just like what I shared with my father, just a means of comfort every now and then. I never believed I would fall in love with you as deeply as I have, Jeremy, but I have, and I know that what I feel for you, you feel every bit the same for me. I so desperately want to have a child with you, Jeremy, but that will be denied us forever.”