A new start

"Felix, are you awake?"

The boy named Felix opened his eyes. For him, it has been a long time since the last time his mother Amelie wake up in the morning.

That means I'm back into the past.

"Hey! Why didn't you answer..."

Amelie opened the door and suffered a big shock when seeing her son standing next to his bed. At eighteen, Felix had grown into a handsome young man with green eyes and blonde hair. And he wore nothing but his pants, which were unable to hide a big bulge between his legs.

He is a spitting image of his father, just younger. The same handsome. The same masculine. The same confidence.

So lost in thought she was that she startled when her son's voice got through to her.

"Mother, can I ask you a question?"

Amelie was afraid that somehow her own baby boy could tell that his mother secretly got turned on, she tried to avert her eyes.

"Y... yeah! What do you want to know?" Her legs didn't stop trembling.

"It's simple. Who is my father?"

Unconsciously, Amelie's eyes glazed over. Her mind irresistible drawn to the night she conceived him with the man she loved.

With effort, Amelie straightened herself up, ignoring her drooling pussy and her incestuous lust, and put on her most stern face: "Are you making a joke? Of course, your father is..."

"I don't talk about your husband. Let me make it clear: Who is my REAL father?"

He knew! How?

As her heart pounding against her ribcage, the horny mother turned her head, blood rushing to her neck and face. She didn't say anything.

Felix sighed: "I know you wouldn't simply tell me. But I will find out."

Alice felt her jaw drop when her teen son started to unbuckle and unzip his pants.

"What are you doing?" A stuttered. Sweat beats ran like bullets down her forehead and back and the scorching heat between her legs reached new heights as she couldn't help but admire her son's physique, her stiff nipples tingling longingly to be touched. Her horny clit throbbing as incestuous lust shot through her.

"I'm going to show you who is the man of the house now, Mom," the teenager said, pulling his pants down. "You know, now that I am eighteen."

Amelie gasped when Felix's cock broke free, every inch of his manhood pumped to full hardness, ready to nail her tight pussy. Instinctively she took a step back, afraid her legs might give way from underneath her, as she couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the monster cock in front of her.

Nipples tingling and clit throbbing, Amelie estimated it to be ten inches long and as thick as a soda can at the base. Thick blue-veins ran from the base to just beneath the bloated cock-head that was a deep red. It was accompanied by two heavy testicles that she was certain were loaded with a massive amount of sticky cum.

A thought that left Amelie's mouth-watering and put a cum-hungry shine in her eyes as she stared at her son's pussy-wrecker. For a moment she forgot that it belonged to her own flesh and blood, a barely legal with the body of an athlete and a face that told everyone he was her son.

"Felix, please, put... that.... thing... away!" Amelie said and cringed when she realized she sounded as horny as she was, unaware how she looked even more gorgeous than usual as she stood bathing in the sunlight in her excited state. Unaware, too, how her right hand dropped to cover her chest where her beating heart was racing out of control, and her other hand slid down her stomach to her aching pussy.

"What, Mom? You going to tell me you've never seen a cock before?" Felix laughed, pleased to see incestuous lust peak in his mother's eyes as she stared bright-eyed at his blood-engorged member.

"But... I'm your mother," Alice said, blushing self-consciously as another explosion of heat laid her spasming pussy to waste when she saw a big drop of pre-cum appear at the tip of the bloated cock-head.

"I don't care," Felix said with a shrug, casually stepping forward, one big step placed him within inches of the pink pussy he was after. Their eyes locked, he slowly ran his fingers over his mother's chest, a cheeky grin plastered on his handsome face.

"Your resistance to me has never existed."

There was something magical in his voice making Amelie stand there while her son pulled her shirt over her head and throw it to the side.

Amelie swallowed hard as she stood like a mute, trembling all over, not believing how good it felt to have Felix's hands on her breasts. Also not believing she was now actually allowing her own son to lay his hands on her like that and surprised when she didn't feel the slightest bit of anger or shame, only the incestuous lust that she was fighting grew stronger.

Felix slipped into position between his mother's legs. His hand was shaking as he grasped his cock and pointed it toward her more than ready pussy. When the head touched her opening, they both moaned. Then he pushed in gently, allowing just the tip to enter her.

"Oh yes, Mom, I want that. I want that so much." With that, Felix began to pump into his mother. He started slowly but quickly increased the pace until the room filled with the slapping sound of his actions.

"Now tell me: What's your name?" he warned.

Her answer was completely out of his expectation: "Honey, what... what do you mean? I'm your Emilie, of course!"

"Then... what's my name?"

She looked at him with bright eyes: "My dear Gabriel, stop asking strange questions and enjoy the night."

Amelie almost swooned as she felt her son's long shaft slip deeper and deeper into her opening. When he hit bottom, she grunted and then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. "I'm ready Gabriel. Fuck me, and make me pregnant. I want your baby. Give a baby."

Felix did just that, grunted out loudly as his balls tightened and his cock fired repeatedly inside the deep, pink hole. His thick white sperm shot out in spurts, painting the interior of Amelie's uterus, a place where only her husband’s cock had been since she’d gotten married.

Eighteen years ago he was grown from that fertile field, and now he's back to it to sow his own seed.

With a final orgasmic cry escaping from her quivering lips, Amelie slid down to the floor, her head resting against the tiled wall. Still trembling, Felix slowly pulled out out his mother. He gave her a look before turned his back and walked away