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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 31
My parents got a divorce when I was eleven. Since they realy hadn't gotten along for quite some time, it seemed for the best. Mom was happier and a lot more relaxed about having her own life, and the two of us started having a much closer relationship. Mom wasn't overly modest, and I had glimpsed her naked on a few occasions in the bathroom and while getting dressed in her bedroom. Early one Saturday morning I was coming back from the shower with a towel around my waist, and I passed my mom's room. She said something to me, but with the door closed I couldn't hear her. So opened the door and stuck my head in. She was still in bed, and said that she had asked me to turn on the coffee pot. I said that I would, and she smiled at me just being in a towel. I was a little shy, but not embarrassed about that. Mom asked if I wanted to come and cuddle in bed with her.
I went over to the bed, and she said how I could take off my towel, pointing out how she didn't have anything on. So I dropped my towel, and climbed under the covers with her. She smiled and I smiled, and we hugged under the sheets, and I thought that it was really neat getting to do this naked with her. Very quickly I started to get an erection. A very stiff one. Mom told me how nice that felt, and began caressing my stiff penis with her hand. While she did, I started to massage her bare breasts. It was really nice being sort of nakedly romantic together, and in a little while I was on top of her, and my erection went into her wet vagina. She moaned and closed her eyes, again saying how good that felt. I was happy to let her enjoy it, and I started to slide in and out, and she liked that even more. Very quickly I ejaculated inside of her. I just could kepp it from happening. Well, mom and I laid there together for a little while, and then we got up and she slipped on her robe and went to the bathroom, and I went to my room had pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and I went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker.
About fifteen minutes later, my mom came into the kitchen and got some cofee. We were both kind of shy smiles, and she told me how nice that had been. I was kind of nervous about having gone all the way in her like I had. When I sort of mentioned this, mom simply said that it was ok, and how it took doing it more than once to get pregnant. I was stunned byt he idea that we had just had unprotected sex, and by my mother's relaxed attitude about it. I asked what we would do if she did get pregnant, and she said that I would just have a little brother or sister, and that it would be our secret. I just felt dazed by her complete lack of concern and the idea that I might have just gotten her pregnant. I remained pretty stunned by this possibility for the next couple of days. Then, as I began to get use to the idea, in a way I found it kind of exciting to think that I might have gotten my mother pregnant. I started liking the idea.
It was a little over a week later, however, when my mother announced that she was having her period, and was not pregnant. She aslo said how she was going to get back on the pill, just so we wouldn't have to worry about having any accident if we should have intercourse again. I was actually very disappointed, although I didn't tell my mom that.A month later, after she had gotten back on the pill, we did fuck again, and we started to do that several times a month, which was quite enjoyable. It was maybe six months later, when I finally worked up the nerve to ask my mother if I could get her pregnant. She didn't say no, just how it would be one thing if it did happen by accident, but better if we didn't let it happen deliberately. Well, after that, every time we had sex, I kept hoping that there would be an accident, and every time that I ejaculated in her, I was wishing that this would be the time that I would fertilize her with my sperm. That never did happen, though. Which was probably for the best. Mom remarried three years ago, and we still live in the same tow, and get to see one another quite a bit, and her husband's a pretty nice guy. Mom and I have managed to sneak into bed together a few times, and I still find the desire to get her pregnant very much there.
I went over to the bed, and she said how I could take off my towel, pointing out how she didn't have anything on. So I dropped my towel, and climbed under the covers with her. She smiled and I smiled, and we hugged under the sheets, and I thought that it was really neat getting to do this naked with her. Very quickly I started to get an erection. A very stiff one. Mom told me how nice that felt, and began caressing my stiff penis with her hand. While she did, I started to massage her bare breasts. It was really nice being sort of nakedly romantic together, and in a little while I was on top of her, and my erection went into her wet vagina. She moaned and closed her eyes, again saying how good that felt. I was happy to let her enjoy it, and I started to slide in and out, and she liked that even more. Very quickly I ejaculated inside of her. I just could kepp it from happening. Well, mom and I laid there together for a little while, and then we got up and she slipped on her robe and went to the bathroom, and I went to my room had pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and I went to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker.
About fifteen minutes later, my mom came into the kitchen and got some cofee. We were both kind of shy smiles, and she told me how nice that had been. I was kind of nervous about having gone all the way in her like I had. When I sort of mentioned this, mom simply said that it was ok, and how it took doing it more than once to get pregnant. I was stunned byt he idea that we had just had unprotected sex, and by my mother's relaxed attitude about it. I asked what we would do if she did get pregnant, and she said that I would just have a little brother or sister, and that it would be our secret. I just felt dazed by her complete lack of concern and the idea that I might have just gotten her pregnant. I remained pretty stunned by this possibility for the next couple of days. Then, as I began to get use to the idea, in a way I found it kind of exciting to think that I might have gotten my mother pregnant. I started liking the idea.
It was a little over a week later, however, when my mother announced that she was having her period, and was not pregnant. She aslo said how she was going to get back on the pill, just so we wouldn't have to worry about having any accident if we should have intercourse again. I was actually very disappointed, although I didn't tell my mom that.A month later, after she had gotten back on the pill, we did fuck again, and we started to do that several times a month, which was quite enjoyable. It was maybe six months later, when I finally worked up the nerve to ask my mother if I could get her pregnant. She didn't say no, just how it would be one thing if it did happen by accident, but better if we didn't let it happen deliberately. Well, after that, every time we had sex, I kept hoping that there would be an accident, and every time that I ejaculated in her, I was wishing that this would be the time that I would fertilize her with my sperm. That never did happen, though. Which was probably for the best. Mom remarried three years ago, and we still live in the same tow, and get to see one another quite a bit, and her husband's a pretty nice guy. Mom and I have managed to sneak into bed together a few times, and I still find the desire to get her pregnant very much there.
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