I got home about 9:00. My twin sister Stacey and our dad were cuddling on the couch watching a show when I came in. They had a blanket over them, but I could see Stacey, the little spoon, was topless. Dad had a hand on one of her breasts, holding her close to him. I mouthed "Hi" to them and stopped for a moment to see what was on after I had taken off my coat and shoes. I went to the kitchen and got a can of fizzy water from the fridge, opened it and took a long drink. It made my eyes water. I leaned back into the living room and said, "I'll be in our room." Dad glanced at me and nodded once in response. Stacey didn't acknowledge me, wrapped up in their show.

Mom had texted me a while ago on my way home saying she was in bed already, but she would stay up for me. I didn't want to keep her waiting long.

I went into our bedroom. Mom was under the covers, looking at her phone.

"Hey love," she said, putting her phone down on the bed and smiling at me. Her hair was still a little bit damp from the shower I could smell she had taken this evening.

"Hey Mom." I leaned down and kissed her.

Her tongue licked across my lips and found my own as I opened my mouth against hers. We kissed for a few seconds, enjoying the contact and movement of our tongues slipping around together. She put a hand to my cheek.

"Good day?" I asked.

"Good enough, yeah. Busy. I've just showered. Feeling pretty wound down." She lifted up the blanket on the opposite side of the bed and smiled. "Join me?"

I smiled back. "Definitely. I'll be in there with you in just a sec." I put my drink down, undid my belt, button and fly, and took off my jeans and socks together. I took off my sweater and shirt in one go as well. Mom watched me undressing, her phone forgotten beside her on the bed. I could see one of her hands was moving around in slow circles under the covers. I saw her eyes looking at my face, my torso, my legs, and my crotch. I was wearing boxer briefs that held everything snugly in front, the design of the garment creating a bulge.

"I like those undies on you," she said, tilting her head and appraising the crotch further. "Yeah, I really like those ones."

"That's why I wear them, Mom. Just for you." I smiled. "I'm going to brush my teeth, then I'll be there with you."

I walked to the bathroom. Dad didn't look up at me this time, but Stacey did. She gripped our dad's hand tighter to her pert bare breast as her eyes took me in from my head to my feet, and back up again. I grabbed my crotch and made a funny face as I walked past. Stacey smiled.

I brushed my teeth, and walked back to our room. Stacey had pulled the blanket back a little to show me that she was completely naked laying there with Dad. I flashed her my teeth on the way by, seeing her smirk as she exposed herself to me. I felt my cock twitch and begin to thicken when I glimpsed my sister's crotch.

I left the bedroom door half open and went to the bed. Mom had her phone plugged in and sitting on the bedside table now, next to an old photo of the two of us. She lifted the blanket for me and I joined her in bed. I felt how warm her body was as I got close to her. She was nude, as she always is once she's in bed for the night. I kept my underwear on, because I love it when she takes it off me.

Facing each other, laying on our sides, we came together in the middle of the bed and kissed deeply.

"Welcome home, my love," Mom said between kisses. Our tongues danced gently together in each other's mouths, tasting each other.

I put my arm around her warm body, pulling her close to me so our chests met, pressing her breasts against my skin. My hand moved down her back and rested on her ass, my fingers spread over a cheek. My cock was swelling in my underwear. I moved my hand so my fingertips felt the warmth coming from her asshole. I felt her hand go around to my back as well, moving down until it went under the waistband of my underwear. She got hold of my ass, pulling my hips closer to her. She could feel my hardening cock pressed against her thigh now.

Mom moved her hand, still in my underwear, around to my hip. I turned myself a little so she could get her hand all the way to my front. Her hand met my balls first, and lingered there for a moment, moving them around in her hand.

My mom and I kissed each other again, our tongues soft and probing in each other's mouths. I focused on the difference in feeling between the textured top and the smooth underside of her tongue with my own as we played around with each other. I licked the back of her teeth, running the tip of my tongue along her gumline. I savoured the flavour of her saliva.

I thought about times when I had felt these parts of her mouth with my penis instead of my tongue, Mom's saliva warming and lubricating my stiff cock as she gave me very long, slow, adoring blowjobs and had me cum in her mouth. Her tongue always licked and moved over the right spots, with the right pressure. She knew how to give her son exactly what he wanted with her mouth every time.

I felt the breath from her nose on my cheek as we kissed. I felt so intimately connected and safe in bed with my doting, attentive mother as she fondled my testicles.

She soon moved her hand to my cock, feeling how hard I was getting from her playing with my balls in my underwear. She took hold of the shaft of my cock and squeezed her hand around it. We were looking into each other's eyes now.

Mom kissed me gently on my lips and said to me very quietly, "Up up." She grinned suggestively, speaking the same words in the sweet tone she told me she used when she had me laid out on the changing table and lifted up my hips by my ankles. I lifted my own hips for her now, and she slid my underwear down my legs with one hand, reaching all the way down and taking them off, tossing them onto the floor across the room.

She lifted the blanket and looked at my hard cock. I looked at her body, her breasts. A smile reshaped her lips.

"You know, I think your cock is getting bigger than Dad's now." I had been thinking the same thing the last few times he and I had jerked off together. It felt nice that she noticed.

I was naked as the day I was born, getting very turned on by my beautiful nude mother in our bodywarm bed. I held the blanket up for her so she could reach out and touch my stiff penis. She gripped it gently, then ran her fingers along the shaft. She moved it around in her hand as she looked at my penis from different angles, almost admiring her creation.

She licked her lips and smiled with her teeth. Her other hand tickled my belly. I flinched and laughed. She looked to my eyes again and asked, "Spoon me?"

I smiled and nodded.

Mom gave my cock a final excited squeeze and turned onto her other side, facing away from me. I kept holding the blanket up as she turned over so she wouldn't get tangled up in it, admiring her gorgeous body. Mom has the sexiest back. I love the skin and the contours of her back. I looked hungrily at the curves of her waist and ass. My eyes lingered over the crease that formed on her hip as she raised her upper leg a little and scooched toward me. I was getting very eager for my mother's body. All I could think about was having my cock inside this beautiful lifegiving woman again.

I could smell the scent of my love's sexual excitement now that her legs were open and the blanket was raised. The irresistible aroma of my mother's arousal was inviting me in. I passed my free hand down between her legs from behind and felt her vulva - open, warm, and very wet - prepared to receive her son's thick cock.

"Is my pussy wet enough for you, Brendan?" Mom asked me.

I told her, "Your pussy's really wet, Mom. Wetter than you normally feel."

"I was playing with myself when you came in," she said. "I knew I would be tired, but I really wanted to have you in me before I went to sleep tonight. I wanted to be ready for you."

I tasted her on my fingers, kissed her shoulder and let the blanket fall. A waft of her natural perfume drifted over me. Her pussy smelled like paradise. I shifted myself in the bed, positioning my cock so it touched up against my birthplace. My mom reached down and spread her maternal pussy lips in anticipation.

I gripped the shaft of my cock and moved my head in circles between her silken labia, feeling her pubic hair a little around the edges, circling my mother's warm inviting entrance. We were cuddled up close to each other under the blanket. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. I couldn't remember wanting to fuck my mother so intensely before, and couldn't put my finger on why.

"Ready?" I asked

Mom hummed, "Mmmmm," in response.

I pushed the head of my cock between my mother's pussy lips with my hand, and pressed my hips forward at the same time. My penis entered her vagina, returning home. I slid in quickly and easily. Her warm hole was well lubricated for my entry.

My mom pulled her hand away from holding her pussy lips open and gripped the pillow hard, gasping vocally as I plunged my eager cock all the way inside her body in one smooth thrust and stayed there.

The sensitive bare skin of my head and shaft tingled with excitement as my cock snuggled into the soft warmth inside my mother. Every nerve ending in my penis, in my whole body, was sending unbelievably pleasurable signals to my brain. My biology was exuberant, living its greatest purpose. The room appeared to brighten around me. A warm effervescent current ran through my body as my cock plugged into her parental energy.

We moved our legs around together, enjoying the soft friction of our calves, feeling my mom's ankle and heel on my shin, rubbing our feet together, getting as much skin contact as possible.

I reached my hand around her hip and stroked her pubic hair with my fingers. I noticed that she had trimmed today. Her bush had been fuller this morning. I like that she doesn't completely shave her crotch. I love her womanly body, and all its womanly features.

My fingers played with her pubes. I moved my fingers around the rigid base of my cock, wet with her pussy juice, closely surrounded by the cleft tuft of hair that remained between her legs. My own trimmed hair at the base of my cock was so intermingled with Mom's pubic hair that I couldn't tell whose were whose by touch alone. The coarseness at my fingertips offered a pleasant contrast to the tender labia of my mom's pussy, spread open by my cock.

I had woken her up this morning by running my fingers through these little curly hairs. Once she started to show signs of awakening, my fingers migrated to her clitoris. I made her cum twice with just my fingers before we got up to make coffee.

Mom and I enjoyed our bodies coming together. My cock slotted firmly in place in her pussy where my life began, in its natural home. The first thrust into my mom always felt like placing that final piece in a puzzle.

"You've grown... into such... a wonderful... young man," Mom said proudly, her breath inconsistent as I held my cock hard and deep in her femininity and started making circles on and around her clitoris with my fingers.

She reached down and rubbed my testicles with a flat hand, pressing them against my body between my legs. My bare, uncovered penis was immersed in her sex, the skin of my cock bathing in the wet loving embrace of my mother's warm vagina.

I felt her fingernails tickling behind my sack, then moving to fondle my balls some more as I pulled my hips back, and pushed myself into her again, starting to slide my cock in and out of her. I was overcome with the pleasure of fucking my mother. Every chance I had to do this was enjoyed as though it were the first and only. My eyelids were heavy and I felt myself nearly lose consciousness, overcome by our sacred intercourse.

"That's it, sweetheart... fuck Mama nice and slow tonight. Nice and slow and deep." Mom's voice carrying a little more now that we were getting excited.

I kept one arm over her, moving my hand from between her legs to grasp one of her breasts. I shifted myself a little in the bed so I could get my other arm through the hollow between her neck and the bed. I took hold of her other breast with this hand, holding onto them both now.

We found our rhythm. I rocked myself slowly within her body and she reciprocated with a pacifying sway of her hips toward and away from me. I kissed her behind her ear, on her neck, her shoulder. I told her I loved her. The sensation of gliding my cock in and out of my mother is the best feeling my body has ever experienced. Mom told me she loved me and put her hand on top of one of mine, interlacing our fingers. She massaged her breast with my hand.

As my cock went slowly and deliberately in and out, I talked to myself in my mind, reminding myself to appreciate this special moment with this woman, who was impregnated with my father's sperm and conceived me. She grew and carried me in her uterus, gave vaginal birth to me, fed me with her breastmilk as a baby, and nurtured me through my childhood and youth into the man I've become. This woman was now giving me her body. Her generosity and love knew no limits. I enjoyed her flesh in the spirit it was offered to me. I used my body to give pleasure to hers, and her body to fill mine with the joy of naturally intimate family gratification.

Moments and memories of my life with my mom flashed through my mind. I recalled her kissing my elbow after she put a bandaid over a scrape. I thought of her combing my hair and straightening my collar before picture day at school. I remembered the times she held me close to her when I had had a bad dream, quietly telling me everything would be OK and humming me back to sleep, running her nails through my hair and offering me her nipple long after I had stopped breastfeeding.

I enjoyed the feeling of my penis sliding through the soft forgiving texture of her slick reproductive passage, thinking about her kindness, finding satisfaction in every furrow inside her with rigid devotion. The first time my bare cock had run along the walls of my mother's pussy was during my own birth. I felt grateful and happy that it wasn't the last time.

My hard penis linked my body to hers through her twicefruitful vagina, sharing our energy, readying ourselves for the affectionate, kinful, ecstatic burst of mother-son orgasmic sexual pleasure we were building each other up to. My cock was like an umbilical cord, striving to reconnect me with her womb. I pushed myself steadily into her again and again, one hand moving around her body now, feeling her thighs and her belly.

I imagined myself as a little baby growing inside her belly again. I felt a great deal of happiness and serenity knowing that I could still enjoy this feeling of safety that comes from being tucked away snugly inside my mother, no matter how much I had grown up.

My cock went in and out of her pussy - a space that all women have - but this pussy, this was the very opening that Mom had strained and pushed to force me and my twin sister Stacey through years ago. I was fucking the same vagina I had squeezed through during the struggle of my own birth. My cock parted her soft vaginal walls with ease and comfort now, as her bones absorbed the pressure and supported her form perfectly throughout our movements together. I liked the feeling of resistance I got when I pushed in and felt the certainty of her pelvis - firm, sturdy, and stable beneath her soft skin and flesh.

I could hear the wet sounds Mom's pussy made as I coasted effortlessly back and forth in her, each forward thrust of my cock returning me to my happiest place.

"Should we have put a towel down?" I asked, referencing the sweet squelching sounds our profoundly aroused genitals were making, fitted together as one. My hard cock squished and sloshed in my mom's slick, fecund vagina, her lovely softness enclosing my hard, thick penis within herself.

Mom laughed. I love it when she laughs with my cock inside her. Her pussy muscles clench around me, squeezing me and holding me. It's a beautiful, proud thing for me to make my mother laugh and feel her vagina squeeze my penis. Not many things bring me such a warm, glowing feeling. I kissed her neck, tasting her skin.

Like a salmon at a waterfall returning to spawn in the same place its life began, my cock leapt upstream in my mother's birth canal over and over and over and over, reproducing the repeated thrusts my father made here in this same beautiful pussy when I was conceived. I was nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure of fulfilling this natural cycle, imagining myself into the feelings and sensations my father would have had when it had been his cock in Mom's pussy, fucking a baby - a pair of twins it turns out - into his teenage wife. I pictured his big veiny cock pumping back and forth, in and out of my love. I felt grateful that he and I had moved past the stage of seeing each other as sexual rivals.

Then I imagined that I actually was my father for a moment. I lifted my head a little and looked at Mom's face in profile. I saw her as Dad would have seen her then, as she was in the photos and videos I have of her from before I was born, the videos of her when she was young, the videos that I often watch when I jerk off. The sensation of fucking my mother as she looked when she conceived me was profound and perfect. She was younger then than I am now.

When they first found out Mom was pregnant, Dad had wished for a little girl. Mom had wanted a son, and now she had what she'd always wanted - a son to play with, a man to one day make a baby with. Mom and Dad told us they first met in an online chatroom in the 90s for people who liked family stuff. They said they always thought it was just a matter of social conditioning that not everyone was into it. "Who do you love more than family?" is a bit of a family catchphrase.

I was so excited. I struggled to maintain my steady thrusts. My body urged me to push faster and harder the more the pleasure in my cock built up, a craving euphoria spreading out over an expanding area centred around my cock. Mom reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. She pulled a bullet vibrator out of her little toy box, and turned it on.

"Oh, Brendan, your big stiffy feels so good in me. You're doing such a good, big boy job for Mama. I want you to keep this same pace. You're getting Mama close to cummies now, OK sweetheart?"

We talked to each other like grown ups most of the time, but sometimes when we fucked my mom would talk to me like I was still in kindergarten. Her mouth talked to me like a little boy, as her pussy treated me like a man. The maternalistic tone she used when she talked like that always got me so eager to cum for her. I think it tapped into that part of me that all men have, the part that wants to be a good boy and make Mom happy. It's still in there, and my mom always knew it. She always told me what she wanted, and she showed me how she wanted me to do it. When I did it wrong, she would gently correct me, and when I did it right, she always told me how happy I made her. I always did my best to make her feel as good as I could.

As she maneuvered her vibrator down to her clitoris, my eyes stayed on the bedside table. I looked at the framed photo there of Mom and me together at a playground. I was a toddler, and she was helping me up the ladder of a slide. I was smiling, laughing probably, and looking at Mom. She was beside me, looking at me and smiling, her hand supporting my bum.

I could feel Mom's vibrator in the base of my cock buzzing through the lips of her vagina as she stimulated her clitoris. My cock slid in and out of her. My movements were deep, slow, and steady like she had asked, and I could feel her body beginning to respond nicely.

Her pussy muscles tightened around my cock. It increased my own pleasure knowing that she was getting so much enjoyment, holding her son's penis firmly with the muscles between her legs.

"Hold me tighter, Bub," Mom said, and I did.

My arms tightened around her, hugging her body close to mine. I pressed her shoulder blades into my chest. My belly button, the hated scar of my severed connection to her, created suction against the dewy swoop of my mom's lower back as we fucked each other, making a soft popping sound every few thrusts of my cock.

Mom's breathing got louder and faster. She gasped a couple of times, then stopped breathing. I pushed my thick cock all the way into her and held myself still.

She said my name as she gasped, inhaling it more so than saying it.

Neither of us moved, and I held my breath to live this moment of ecstasy together with her. The only sound in the room was the buzzing of her vibrator pressed hard and unmoving against her clitoris.

She inhaled quickly and exhaled almost in the same instant with a deep sounding, "Oh." Her hips bucked back and forward and back, then she pressed her ass hard against me letting her vibrator send her into a rich rippling orgasm. My cock was steady and hard inside her, giving Mom that full feeling in her pussy that I know she loves to have when she's cumming.

She let out a deep groan and sigh, starting to swivel her hips after a few seconds of silent orgasmic vaginal spasms. I held myself still for her to use, knowing I was giving her exactly what she wanted from me in that moment. It felt wonderful to be this in tune with my mom's body and sexual desires.

She dropped her vibrator onto the bed, still buzzing, and used the same hand to reach between her legs and grab hold of my balls, gripping them and pressing them against her clitoris. My scrotum was wet from Mom's excited pussy and it slipped around in her hand.

"Brendan... Brendan Brendan Brendan..." she said, squeezing my balls and giggling. Her pussy gripped and released my cock again as she laughed.

I felt her fingers exploring the place where her pussy met my cock. She played with her clitoris, circled the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger, moved back and forth between touching my balls and my cock. I pulled back and her pinky finger and thumb gripped my shaft. I moved my hips back until my dick was fully out of her pussy. She closed the other three fingers in succession around my slippery cock as I was puling out of Mom.

I held still as she undulated her fingers around my cock. After a moment of this, I started to move my penis in and out of my mom's hand, slipping the head of my dick shallowly in and out of her open vagina at the depth of each thrust. I pushed in hard after a little while fucking her fist, and Mom removed her hand. It felt wonderful to fully enter her again and I took a still moment to reconnect with her body, to enjoy and appreciate the sensations her pussy gave me.

Mom took a deep breath and exhaled. I kissed her neck and clasped her body close against me in my arms. I noticed how much wetter she was now around my cock.

I started moving myself in her body again, adjusting my angle of approach slightly to increase the contact on the underside of my head. I thrust my cock into Mom a little more quickly and with a little more vigour now. She was so slick inside, and somehow felt even warmer than before. I felt that wonderful electric technicolor sensation building up quickly between my legs. Mom's orgasm had almost sent me into one myself.

"I'm going to cum soon, Mom." My voice a little louder now too.

I heard her mouth smile.

"Yes, sweetheart... Put all your cum in Mama's pussy..." She was breathing heavily now. "Shoot in me, my beautiful baby."

She whispered, "Put your sperm in Mama's womb," and picked up her still buzzing vibrator. She pressed it to her clitoris. "Cum in me, my special guy."

The words Mom spoke made the pleasure well up faster in my groin. She speaks to me about where to cum and what to do to make her feel good, but she's never talked this much about my sperm and her womb. I was taken aback. It was the kind of thing I had wanted to hear from her for a long time, fantasising often about getting my mother pregnant. I felt a sudden vibrant sexual joy enjoying this shining maifestation of our close family bond and love for one another.

My vision blurred a little and I could hear myself saying, "Mom... Mommy... Mommy..." as though it were someone else saying it.

Knowing I couldn't last much longer but wanting to prolong this moment, I pushed my cock all the way in, striving for the core of her, reaching for the organ inside her where my mother's body had produced my own. I held my cock there, and she held still with me. For a suspenseful moment I was balanced on an orgasmic knife edge, my balls resting on top of Mom's hand, feeling the buzz of her vibrator.

The opening of my urethra, surely leaking dribbles of precum, touched my mother's cervix. My thick trickle further lubricating the passageway to her womb.

I clumsily took hold of one of her breasts and with my lips resting on her ear I whispered to her, softly but clearly, so I knew she would hear my words, "I love you, Mom."

Mom pushed her ass back against me and swung her hips in a circle, swirling my cock around within her.

My penis throbbed and ejaculated semen deep in my mother's vagina.

I heard a soft, clipped, "Ooh," from Mom, then a long satisfied, soothing moan as she felt the warm cum shooting in her pussy from her son's cock. I groaned and gasped, forgetting anything or anyone in the world existed besides me and my beautiful mother.

"I love you, my perfect, handsome boy," Mom said to me as the first spurts of my semen were let loose inside her. My mom was wriggling her hips and pushing her ass against me, ensuring I was releasing myself in her as deeply as I could, coating the inside of her with my cum. I held onto Mom's body tightly. I thrust my cumming cock deep and hard into her, barely even pulling back before pushing forward again, keeping my thrilled cock head as deep inside her vagina as possible as my cum pumped into her, grunting and groaning as I humped my mother from behind, her big spoon.

"Ooohhhhh... fuuuuuuuuuuck Moommm..." I groaned into her neck, my lips pressed against her warm, damp skin just beneath her ear. Her hair was wet against her skin at the base of her scalp.

Mom's neck and face were flushed now, and I felt her body start to quiver and shake in my arms, thrusting into her powerfully as I came hard in her pussy. There was a slight flutter in her breath as she started inhaling and exhaling more quickly.

She reached a hand behind her, grabbing my ass and holding me close against her as my cock pulsated and pumped my cum into her lush wet reproductive system. She turned her head so we could kiss. Wild, loud, smacking kisses, our tongues in each other's mouths and all around them. My cum spilled out of me into my mother's pussy and was cherished.

"My sweet boy... my darling baby boy..." she said, swaddling my pulsing cock in her special way. She took my hand firmly, pressed it tight to her chest, interlaced our fingers, and put her other hand on top of them. She said, "I stopped taking my pill a few weeks ago, sweetheart... and it's my time." She took a very deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. "It's my time, sweetie. I want to make a baby with you."

Hearing her tell me that her body was fertile and ready to make a new baby when I was already cumming in her, fertilising her, enhanced the depth and intensity of what I was already feeling. My sperm went eagerly into her motherhood, seeking the egg inside her.

"I want you to be a big brother," Mom said. "I want you to be a father."

I imagined Mom with her top off, standing sideways to me to show how big her belly was getting, full with her baby's baby, my baby, our baby. In my mind's eye, I could see her nipples were already getting larger. I thought about nursing from my mom's breasts while she was pregnant with our baby, drinking her early milk. The image was beautiful and holy.

I wanted so badly to be there when my mother gave birth to our baby, for me to be the one standing ready to receive our newborn infant, watching Mom between her legs, my cock getting hard in the delivery room staring at her pussy, waiting for the moment her labia opened and my firstborn child's head emerged from between my mother's legs. I would hold Mom's hand tightly and do everything I could to support her and ease her pain as she laboured and strained, giving vaginal birth to her first grandchild. I would look forward like it was Christmas to the birth of my new little brother or sister, to meeting them for the first time. Introducing them to their big sister, Auntie Stacey.

I lifted my head and watched her face changing shape. Her eyes were closed to better enjoy the pleasure of her son cumming inside her. I could smell how warm her body was. Her face, neck and chest now flushed a deeper red. The warmth of her blood, our shared blood, so close to the surface amplified her natural scent, filling the room with her lusty maternal aroma for me to breathe in.

Looking over again at the photo of us together at the playground. I appreciated fondly the way Mom has always made me feel so safe and so loved, how the love we share is so wholesome, so natural, so pure.

I pounded my cock harder into my mother's wet pussy, and a fresh wave of pleasure ran through me, looking at that happy picture from my childhood. My semen flowed unhindered into the centre of my mother, my love. My orgasm was so powerful it felt like it could last forever, though it must have only been a few seconds. A son's love for his mother is a powerful thing. Cumming in my mom's vagina without any form of birth control acutely activated all my senses. Time stretched and slowed for me as I enjoyed every piece of my sensory and emotional experience in this impromptu first attempt at inseminating my mother and creating a baby together.

Mom chirped and moaned, rocking her hips as she started to cum a second time, my cock thrumming inside her coupled with the vibrator on her clitoris sending her pelvic floor muscles into a fevered rhythm of contractions, squeezing my cock with her pussy, physically drawing my semen into her. I experienced another moment of pure, bright love for my mother knowing that my cock was giving her such intense pleasure. She trembled and jumped as the waves of her orgasm shook through her body from the epicentre of her pussy, the innermost part of her made wetter and more slippery with her son's cum.

My orgasm broadcast calm pleasure to every part of my body as the muscle contractions slowed and weakened. My supply of semen was exhausted, given over entirely into my mother's body. It was her semen now, her sperm, my gift to her. I held my cock deep in Mom's pussy as her spasms faded away together with mine.

"Fuck!! Your cock felt so good shooting in my pussy, Brendan!!" Mom said this at volume. Then, speaking more quietly with every few words as she let her body relax into the universal ritual of sexual reproduction, she said, "I felt it in my pussy when you were squirting, baby. I felt your spurts splashing in me. You did so good giving Mama all your cum."

"Thanks... It felt really really good for me too." I waited a second, and said, "Do you think we made a baby tonight, Mom?"

Mom smiled and said, "We'll see, my love. Maybe we did. But if not, it's normal for it to take a lot of tries, so we'll have to keep doing this for as long as it takes." She raised our interlocked hands and kissed my left ring finger.

I released our hands, kissed her neck and reached down, bending Mom's legs at her hips. Without my cock leaving her body, I went up onto my knees and turned Mom onto her back. I lowered her legs down onto the bed either side of me.

"I want to put a baby in you, Mom. I want to give you a grandchild."

Mom smiled and tickled me on my treasure trail, making my cock twitch inside her. "That's my good boy."

I looked down at her crotch. My penis was hidden, completely inside my mother's vagina. Our pubic hair was saturated from our orgasms. Her pussy lips glistened and shone. I lowered myself to her and kissed her, introducing my tongue into her mouth again. I felt her pussy grip my cock as I did.

Then Mom and I lazily missionary fucked each other in a loose gentle way for a while as the heightened intensity of our shared orgasms ebbed away. I put both my arms around her back, hugging us close together as we slowly rocked together in bed. She put her arms around me, and held me close to her as well.

Our tongues languidly meandered over and around each other as our mouths coupled easily. We kissed for a while. I scanned my body for all the ways we were connected and touching. She moved the bottoms of her feet around my calves. The insides of her legs, soft and warm, rubbing against the outsides of my own. My cock still mostly firm inside her pussy. Our lips, our tongues, didn't want to be without the other. Our two bodies were held together as close as can be, our navels pressed together in a teasing temporary taste of our former connectedness.

My cum and her natural secretions mixed together inside her and made her pussy a most slippery environment for us to enjoy together. We slowed until we stopped.

After some time holding each other, my softening cock slipped out of Mom's slick pussy, as though I were birthed anew from her body. I felt fresh and rejuvenated, reborn by her warm care and attention, by her sex, her body, her love. I rolled onto my back with a big sigh. She smiled at me. She pulled her knees to her chest and tilted her hips so my cum could pool by her cervix.

She did this a few times before to show me what she meant when she talked about getting pregnant, but it was so much more meaningful this time, knowing she wasn't taking her pill anymore. This was the real thing, feeling like Mom was taking all of my sperm into her body. Nothing wasted. No more dress rehearsals now. The knowledge that some of my sperm would make it through Mom's cervix with purpose this time. A part of me, my eager swimming sperm, returning to the heaven of my mother's womb, seeking new life there.

In this position, I could see Mom's ass well. Some of her wetness and mine had dribbled out of her and gone down to her asshole making it glisten. I touched her there and my cock twitched. Mom's anus twitched too, which made her giggle and twitch her anus some more.

I cuddled up to Mom's breast and put her nipple in my mouth, latching on as she rocked gently side to side, working my sperm into the most intimate chamber of her body.

Eventually I had to get up to pee. I kissed Mom and went into the corridor. I noticed that our bedroom door was wide open, and wondered if Stacey or Dad or both had come and watched us. I hadn't been aware of my surroundings, so they could have been there for any or all of it.

The TV was still on in the living room, but the show was paused, and I could hear Dad and Stacey in bed together in their room. I peed, then went to their room. I poked my head through their open door. Stacey, my twin, was totally nude, laying flat on her front in the middle of the bed, her arms under the pillow under her head, her legs spread wide open. Dad was on top of her, his cock dipping in and out of his daughter. It was beautiful, watching them from behind. I looked at my sister's pussy lips parted by our dad's thick hard cock as he thrust himself into her, clearly enjoying the sensation of his cock inside his daughter's pussy. I enjoyed staring at Dad's balls bouncing and dancing as he thrust back and forth in his all-grown-up little girl.

I watched them for a while, stroking my hardening cock. I wondered if Dad knew that his wife and son had just been trying for a baby together down the corridor. I played with my own balls as I watched Dad's hanging nuts slapping my sister's pussy lips. I was so content thinking about our close family. I wondered if Stacey was still thinking about having a baby with Dad. I thought it would be nice to have them around the same time so all four of us could be new parents together.

I knocked my ankle on the door frame, both of my hands busy with my cock and balls, and said, "Good night. Love you."

Dad turned his head to the door, his thick cock going steadily in and out of my sister's pussy as he spoke, "Love you Bub. Say good night to Mom for me."

"Good night, Bub!" Stacey called out, her voice muffled by the pillow.

I got back into bed with Mom, snuggled up against her warm body under the covers, my bare skin against hers. I told her about watching Dad and Stacey, and she smiled.

I thought about when Mom asked me about my first time, and what it felt like for me to lose my virginity with my twin sister. She wanted to know what it felt like and what I was thinking. Mom had loved hearing about me smelling Stacey's skin and the scent making me think of her, turning me on even more.

We kissed and idly played with each other's genitals for a little while. I suckled on her nipple some more, and tasted her pussy on my fingers from time to time. She was gooey and slippery from the mixture of our fluids, and it tasted good. Her juices were thick and sticky between my fingers. Maybe it was because so much of our DNA was the same that our flavours paired so well together. I found the two flavours worked even better together with Stacey, which made sense since we're genetically so much closer. I slid a couple of fingers inside and got them quite wet with our blend.

I held them up for Mom. She looked at my fingers, coated with our sex. A clear-white drop of us hung precariously. She giggled and said, "I thought that was supposed to be our baby..." She looked in my eyes then back at my fingers. "I suppose a little bit won't hurt."

She took my fingers in her mouth, closing her eyes as she tasted us, licking all around and between them to take in the full flavour of our family's sexual biology.

I took my fingers out of her mouth and sucked them again. I tasted Mom's saliva on my tongue, then put my fingers deep in her pussy, feeling my semen there.

I heard Dad groaning loudly down the hall. Stacey cried out, "Fuck!! Your cock feels so good shooting in my pussy, Dad!!"

We both laughed and Mom called out, "Is there an echo in here?" We heard Stacey laugh.

I drifted to sleep, warm, comfortable, relaxed, content, and optimistic for the future, with my mother's nipple in my mouth and my fingers playing with her pubic hair. She held me close in her arms, humming a gentle tune and stroking my scalp softly.