You sign it.

With a gulp, you lean forward and grab the pen. At this point, you can't dwell on the unknown insecurity that's eating at you. Whatever may happen, you are more than independent to make your own decisions. Having a new legal mother doesn't change that at all.

'This is nothing but a legal formality,' you think, trying to reassure yourself but somehow it doesn't feel like that. There's something that is evolving between you and Carrie and without being able to explain it, refusing to sign the document feels like it could give you a second chance to reconsider what might be evolving.

You shake your head silly and biting your lips, you sign your name on the appropriate dotted lines. Carrie watches with a warm smile and she clasps her hands in delight.

Once finished, the lawyer takes it, looks it over one last time and provides a congratulatory smile. "I'll still have to present this to the judge but we can expect this to approve without any blocks. I think it's fair to say that you two are now mother and son."

Carrie squeals and hugs you. "This is great! We should celebrate now, shouldn't we?"

You see her eyes narrow suggestively and understand what celebrating mean. Of course, you don't feel any different after signing and it would be silly to think that.

Yet, the odd sensation only grows in your stomach. Formality or not, you feel as if there's no going back on this new lifestyle you've committed with your girlfriend.

When Carrie's lawyer friend left, you and her head to the bedroom and begin passionately kissing on the bed. Lying on top of her, you feel yourself being sucked into her world.

Unable to pull away nor willing to, you let out a prolonged groan, your hips wiggling between her legs with only underwear preventing you from entering her sex. Of course, that wouldn't last too long. Carrie wanted to enjoy some skinship with her "son" before escalating things.

After some heavy breathing and slight dry humping, you break away from her, your head feeling weak and dazed as you stare into her eyes. Your mouth moves on its own.

"Mom...my..."

Carrie smiles, her breathing shallow. "That's...right. Make love your mommy, your one and only mommy!"

Things become hazy for you and whether it's the lack of oxygen or something primal, you grind into her like no tomorrow. Despite your lack of awareness and excited temper, she holds you with wrapped arms around your back and calls out to you in different ways that blur together in your mind.

"Baby..."

"Oh, my sweet baby..."

"Cum for mommy..."

"More...make mommy cum..."

"Leave everything to mommy..."

This voice, it feels...familiar. Of course, it's your girlfriend talking sweetly so it should be familiar, but something subconsciously tells you that you've heard her love far more than you know.

You can't dwell on it any longer though, exhausting yourself on top of your new mother who adjusts her position to nurse you to sleep once more. She keeps your lower half nestled between her thighs and you get comfortable as her heartbeat resonates with yours.

Once more, her voice rings in your head, pulling you further into a sense of unnatural security.