Make your mother want to get pregant.

Over the years, your mother has discovered numerous ways to transform your limp member into a firm pillar with ease. She takes her time peeling off your clothing, admiring your toned physique. Her gentle hands work their magic on your manhood, maintaining a steady rhythm. Later, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, giving you an enticing view of her luscious lips before teasingly licking the side of your shaft.

Your mother watches your reactions with a smile and says, "I suppose you're ready to embrace adulthood."

She reclines on the living room floor, her legs spread invitingly, presenting her pussy lips for your delight. You position your cock at her entrance and, with a swift motion, plunge in fully in one go.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure from the intensity, and she gasps, "Oh, you're treating mommy like a proper slut. I never thought my own son would be filling my needy cunt!" She wraps her legs tightly around your hips, urging, "Faster, baby, faster! Yes, yes, just like that. Fuck mommy's pussy like the cheap."

You know it's improbable for a woman to release multiple eggs during ovulation, which typically dissolve within twenty-four hours. Yet, with a wish, anything can happen.

You smirk at your mother as you make your wish, "My mother's ovaries will release dozens of ova each day, remaining viable until they are fertilized."

You find it impossible to hold back your excitement and make another wish, "I wish my mother would become pregnant the moment I release inside her, and that her pregnancies would speed up to just a month."

That was enticing, but you feel the urge to enhance the wish to give the pregnancies more significance.

"Every child will thrive and occupy the same space as a typical pregnancy."

You suddenly realize that your last wish could endanger your mother, so you add a safety clause.

"Her body will adapt accordingly to support the growth of each child."

You tilt your head, admiring a portrait of your mother's pregnancy hanging in the living room, and you can't help but wonder, "Hmmmm... what if an average pregnancy was ten times larger?" The thought sends a thrill through you, and you darkly muse, "Well, there's only one way to find out."

Your mother can feel the throbbing of your desire from within and speaks with a hint of concern, "I understand that intimacy is a beautiful way to show love. But could you please pull out before you finish?" She senses your intentions and cautions, "No, please don’t release inside mommy. I’m not on any birth control." She gazes nervously into your eyes, trying to reason, "Darling, I’m okay with being intimate with you. But intentionally getting me pregnant is ethically wrong."

You can’t help but smirk at your mother’s plea and use a wish to alleviate her worries.

"I wish my mother would embrace the idea of having an incestuous child and would do anything to make that conception happen. In fact, having her son’s child would be the most irresistible desire in the world, and she would continue to conceive until menopause."

You beam with pride at your final wish, locking eyes with your mother, who seems to harbor a deep longing for fertilization.

Your mother teasingly trails her fingers across your chest and asks, "Sweetie, could you do mommy a huge favor?"

"Of course, mom. What’s the favor?"

Your mother gently places her hand on your cheek and says, "What I'm about to ask you is a serious commitment, and it might lead to a lot of complication in the future. However, you're old enough to know the risks." She slightly glance away and softly mumble, "I wa-want you to knock me up. And when I'm done giving birth, I want you to immediately do it again."

Your mother tenderly caresses your cheek, her voice low and serious as she says, "What I’m about to ask of you is a significant commitment, and it could lead to many complications down the line. But you’re mature enough to understand the risks involved." She casts her gaze away momentarily, her words barely a whisper, "I... I want you to make me pregnant. And once I’ve given birth, I want you to do it again right away."

You grin with delight, urging her to repeat her request, "W-what was that, mom? I didn’t catch that clearly."

"I want you to fill my eager cunt and take the chance of getting me pregnant!!!!" Your mother declared with fervor.

You quicken your thrusts, responding, "Well, since you’ve given me your consent, I’ll provide you with the babies you desire so desperately! Ugh, here I come, you incestuous slut."

The overwhelming sensation of fertilizing your mother’s eggs engulfs you. You groan as you release your essence deep within her fertile womb. Once it’s done, your mother quickly rises and rushes to the bathroom.

She gently rubs her belly to soothe the tension, exclaiming, "Oh my god, it’s only been five minutes, and it feels like the pregnancies are ready for labor."

As your mother steps out of the restroom, she glides towards the living room and sinks into the sofa, seeking comfort.

Your gaze lingers on her swiftly growing belly, and you can't help but exclaim, "What a lovely size for a pregnancy, mom. Just how big will it get by nine months?"

She tenderly caresses her belly, trying to soothe the discomfort, and replies, "It's still too early to determine the final size. But if it’s this large after just five minutes, it’s bound to be quite substantial."

Your mother casts a worried glance at her belly and confesses, "I really should get this checked at the clinic. It’s not typical for a pregnancy to progress this fast."

The thought of her visiting a clinic sends a ripple of concern through you, and you wish fervently, "I hope my mother embraces this pregnancy and doesn’t fret about the consequences."

"Congratulations, sweetheart, you’ve done a marvelous job getting mommy in this condition," she beams with joy.

You chuckle softly at her newfound enthusiasm and say, "I’m thrilled you’re willing to embrace such a wild pregnancy. If you manage to bring this little one into the world, mom, let’s do it again."

Your mother beams at your eagerness and replies, "Absolutely, darling. We can have as many little ones as your heart desires."