Simple

“Simple, he had a child with me.” She beams at me, “Though given you came inside me you might match or beat him there eventually too, I guess we’ll see. Hmm, I want that so much sweetie so I hope you’ll help me make that a reality.” Her tone is sensual and I can’t help but twitch inside of her, I guess I got my naughtiness from my mother. If you had told me before all of this that my mother would be the first one of us to bring up having children with me…well, I’d have asked you how you knew my browser history.

“If I have my way mom you’ll never go a night without a belly filled with my cum, a pregnant womb, or both.” And with that proclamation we locked eyes, smiled and kissed.

Needless to say I threw myself back into our love making, my cock coated in our juices as I attempted to ensure my seed was planted as deep and well as possible. The afternoon had barely began and night was a ways off, all that to say we had a lot of time to solidify the new normal and tie tight our bond.

After about three rounds of the missionary we started with we moved on to doggy style for a round then cowgirl for two allowing me to lay back. It was nearing dinner by that time so we exited the master bedroom and ate whatever was easiest in the kitchen to nurse our hunger and dehydration along with resting our bodies from their exertions. We took a quick hot shower together to clean our bodies, refresh ourselves, and ease our muscles.

After that however we returned to our carnal nest for more, though we changed it up some. We had skipped a few steps in the consummation of our changed relationship that we weren’t about to go without.

For starters we each took turns licking each other's genitals, she blew me and savored my semen as it poured into her mouth and throat. She commented that while the taste wasn’t great objectively compared to actual food, the importance and naughtiness made it outstandingly satisfying.

For my part I found myself feeling much the same about her cunt, as my lips kissed her lower lips I couldn’t fathom withholding pleasure from my mother if she requested this from me. Sure, it wasn’t sugar but her cries of pleasure and the sheer significance of her nether regions made the experience a massive turn on. Something only compounded when we did it at the same time.

To 69 was to mutually pleasure despite any discomfort with regards to taste or some such. And needless to say we got rather caught up in it. Sarah hadn’t done much of any of that with dad so I guess that helped excite each of us for both differing and identical reasons. That did bring up a topic to my brain that I couldn’t help but ask myself as we laid down for a break, just holding hands in quite companionship as our bodies were covered in each other’s and our own juices and filth. Eventually the idea had wormed its way from my mouth to my mouth,