Jason & Amanda - Passion Ch. 01

But as I got closer, I felt like I was transported into another realm of pure pleasure.

The primal lust I felt had completely taken over.

A new voice whispered to me. It would feel so good to cum in her...to feel my seed releasing inside her sexy tummy.

I would never have an experience like this again, and surely never again with a woman this beautiful.

I felt my balls begin to tighten, preparing to unleash their load.

Oh fuck, I can't do this, I thought. No way.

I knew I had one last chance to pull out before I came.

As I looked at my mother, splayed on the couch, desire incarnate, I felt my sanity leave me as I was overcome with pure desire and lust.

I had never cum inside a woman without a condom, and I suddenly needed to feel what that was like, and with her.

The feeling of her perfect loving pussy gripping me was the final enticement. I had to do it.

That primal part of me commanded me to deposit my seed deep in her.

I know she used condoms, but she was probably on the pill, right? No way would she risk it with any of the guys she dated.

Before I could come up with any more excuses, my balls erupted as they ejected gobs of my thick cum into my mother's unbelievably hot pussy.

"Fuuuuck...Ohhhh...fuck..." I moaned as quietly as I could while my body executed its biological imperative.

I pushed into her hard as I came, pressing myself against her entrance as my cock juice spurted fiercely into her depths.

She made soft mewling sounds as I came. Maybe her body was responding on an instinctual level?

My cock continued to pulse the last of my sperm into my mother's sacred channel.

I lay on top of her, completely depleted.

She was still out cold.

I stayed like that, snuggled up against her until my cock softened and slipped out, unplugging the torrent of cum that began leaking out of her.

I felt so ashamed as I got up, cleaned her up, and put her outfit back together.

I tucked her in with a blanket and a pillow and kissed her cheek, heading off to bed.

The shame of what I had done was astronomical.

I went from never allowing myself to hold a sexual thought about my mother to not only fucking her but filling her with my cum, all in the course of an hour.

* * * * * * * The Day After

Jason woke up early the next morning. He heard Amanda in the shower.

He imagined the worst, picturing how his mother must have felt when she got up, and more of his cum dripped out of her vagina.

Would she remember? Would she find out what he had done?

He wanted to believe it was somehow her fault.

He definitely would not have done it if she hadn't come on to him like some sex vixen.

Then again, she was clearly under the influence of some specialized date rape drug, so how was she at fault?

His torment led to other, deeper questions.

How much of what happened was the drug, and how much of it was her own secret yearnings for him?

Jason went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Amanda loved to do that, and maybe it was the guilt of what he had done, but Jason needed to make himself useful.

Amanda walked in, looking groggy. "Did I...bring anyone home last night?"

Jason awkwardly replied, "I don't think so?"

"I woke up on the couch, but I can't for the life of me remember how I got there."

She sat and started to eat the pancakes, eggs, and toast Jason had made.

She was starving.

Jason was terrified. Would he have to face what he had done?

"Jason...?"

"Yes?"

"Did I say anything to you when I got home? The last thing I remember is seeing you and trying to tell you something."

"You said you thought the guy you went on a date with put something in your drink."

Amanda was thoughtful as she paused. "Yes, I do remember feeling the effects of something after I had that drink at the bar...and leaving to get home before it was too late."

"Exactly. You were definitely drugged."

She gave Jason a bashful look, "I know this is probably too much information, but I think I had unprotected sex last night," as she broke eye contact.

Jason felt enormous guilt as he sat down next to his mother and took her hand.

"Mom, it's not your fault. You were drugged last night by your date. Whatever happened was not on you."

"I know, but I put myself in that situation. I've just put myself out there too much, trying to find a man to settle down with."

Jason did not want any guilt on her conscience. "You are the victim here. Anyone who would do this to you is a terrible person."

Jason felt ashamed and looked away as he couldn't look her in the eye.

She spoke quietly. "I'm not sure it's that simple...am I a terrible person?"

"You know you're not. You are the most un-terrible person I have ever met." Jason was sure he was the most terrible person in this contest.

Amanda relented. "Thank you, baby. I'll just cross my fingers and hope I'm not pregnant."

"Yeah, and maybe you can move on and put this behind you?"

Jason wanted very much to put it behind him as well. He crossed his fingers behind his back.

He loved his Mom and could see the impact this was having on her.

He had taken advantage of her and felt terrible for it. He would do whatever he could to make it up to her if he could.

* * * * * * *

A couple of weeks went by, and outwardly, things seemed normal between us.

Mom wasn't interested in going on any more dates, so that had changed for the better.

I wouldn't have to think about any more undeserving guys being with her, thank goodness.

Another change was that I couldn't help but replay our sexual encounter. I thought about it often.

For Mom's sake, I tried to put it out of my head, but it was the most erotic and intimate sexual experience of my life, even if in the end, it was not my proudest moment.

There were constant reminders put in my face nearly all the time. Mom would dress for the gym. Or come home and do chores. Whatever she was doing, her incredibly sexy body was on display.

I would look at her irresistible ass and think about how it would feel in my hands. Or I'd remember how her breasts looked when they bounced in front of me.

She was so pretty and desirable. As hard as I tried, my dick had gotten a taste and wouldn't let it go.

* * * * * * * A Big Surprise

A significant event happened two weeks later as we were eating dinner together.

Mom was unusually quiet -- she was usually so much fun. Something was definitely on her mind.

"Mom, what's going on...talk to me."

"Honey, I don't know how to say this...but...I'm...pregnant."

"Holy shit," I said. Full well knowing she was a staunch pro-lifer.

I said, "Is it...from that night?"

"Yes."

"How can you be sure?"

"I used protection, except for that one incident...and you know my views on abortion."

I said, "But, doing so would be understandable...we're talking about, uhhhh, rape here, right?"

"I have been really struggling with this. I don't think I could ever...end a life."

She looked at me with kindness in her eyes. "I...think...it will be a lovely baby. I can't in good conscience end this baby's life."

She gave an exasperated expression. "I guess I can kiss goodbye to any chance I have at finding a partner."

I couldn't stand seeing the enormity of this weighing on her shoulders alone.

I said, "You are not alone in this. I will help you raise this baby. I mean, nobody has to know how it came about." I certainly didn't want them to know.

She was still dour but brightened a little, knowing I was committed to sharing the burden with her. "You really are a great guy; you know that? You're going to make some woman so happy someday."

It felt great to hear her say that, though I wondered how great she would think I was if she knew the truth.

Either way, I was curious to know how the situation was going to play out.

Part of me felt excited when I let this new reality sink in. That was my baby growing in my mother's beautiful tummy.

* * * * * * *

Things continued fairly normally from there. I took my remote college classes and helped out around the house, preparing for the eventual arrival of the baby.

We made preparations and worked together to build out a new room in the house for the baby.

We ended up spending less and less time apart.

My mom was so nice to be around. We always had a great time, and she found ways to touch and comfort me, which never failed to melt my heart.

I'm not sure if it was me or it was her, but something was bringing us closer together.

When she kissed my cheek or snuggled up with me on the couch, I couldn't help but think of her in romantic ways.

Maybe it was the fact that my baby was growing inside of her.

That made me want to protect her even more than I already did, but it also engaged some animalistic part of me that wanted her to belong to me in return.

I also couldn't help but remember what it was like to be inside her...to imagine what it would be like to be coupled with her again in the most intimate ways.

Thinking about her made my dick hard, and unlike the many years before when I abstained from desecrating my mother's image, I began to beat off thinking about her...a lot.

* * * * * * * The Long Embrace

It had been well over a month since my mom told me she was pregnant. As I came into the house, returning from a class, I heard her call to me.

"Jason...I want to show you something!"

Her voice came from the bathroom, and she sounded excited.

I walked in. She looked at me and then in the mirror, looking at her stomach.

She wore low-cut yoga pants, which usually showed off her flat stomach, but this time there was the slightest contour barely visible.

"Mom, is that the baby?"

"Yes, honey. Do you want to touch it?"

I wanted to touch her tummy but also thought about how I struggled to control the slew of sexual images and urges that had plagued me since that night on the couch.

I sincerely believed I could bottle all that up, and I would be fine.

After hesitating, I answered, "Yes."

She took my hand and put it on her tummy. I could feel the slightest contour. The bump that visibly showed my child growing in her belly.

A strong urge overcame me just then. I wanted to be closer to her.

I moved behind her, still holding my hand on her tummy, and looked in the mirror.

She looked into the mirror, watching me. She smelled divine. I loved the scent of her hair and skin, which began to overpower me.

"Mom, you are so beautiful. I know you know that, but I just wanted to let you know."

She smiled brightly, showing her teeth, her bright eyes beaming. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. You really are so special to me."

I blushed. My mom's expressions could make you feel amazing.

As I stood beside her, ogling her beautiful visage, I couldn't get her words from that night out of my head: 'I think about you, I want you, I love you."

Even though the drug may have eked these confessions out of her, it wasn't like they came out of thin air. She must have had thoughts and feelings she was hiding or burying inside her.

Feeling bold and curious, I moved behind her and slowly put my other arm around, placing my left hand on the other side of her stomach.

"Mom, do you ever...think about me?"

I slowly pulled in closer, pressing up against her. I leaned my head over her shoulder, as I was considerably taller than my Mom.

She let out a barely audible gasp as she felt me wrap around her, holding her so intimately.

She didn't stop me, though.

Instead, she looked away from me in the mirror and quietly said, "Yes."

She looked ashamed...and very pretty in that moment of vulnerability.

I could hardly believe she admitted it, but I maintained my cool.

I breathed in the scent of her hair and moved my face close to hers. We stood like that, nobody doing anything other than basking in the comfort of being held.

I whispered in her ear, "What if we decided this was our baby." I felt her breath move slowly in and out as I held her against me.

Her eyes closed as she breathed, "I wish it were...."

She did!?

I pressed further. "I'd take such good care of you...wouldn't I?"

She murmured, "Uhhhh huhh..."

I wasn't sure how long I could go without knowing where the line was, so I decided to test the waters.

Leaning in, I planted little kisses up her neck.

"Uhhhhhhhhh," she quietly murmured again, transfixed as she opened her eyes, watching us in the mirror.

I kissed and teased her ear as I felt her pregnant tummy, pulling her even closer, liking the feel of her curvaceous and perfectly thick butt pressed up against me.

I couldn't stop myself. This had been building up, and I was acting out all the feelings and impulses that I had repressed over the many weeks we had gotten closer.

She was in a trance-like state as I nuzzled her and whispered, "I'm going to take such good care of you and the baby...aren't I?"

She breathed. "Uhhhhhhh...huhhhhhh."

My hand moved almost on its own as it slid upwards and slowly cupped her breast.

She didn't move to stop me. Instead, her face shifted, reflecting contentment and arousal all at once as her mouth opened with a sigh.

There was something powerful and deep going on here. I felt no resistance but rather complete acquiescence from her.

It made me bolder.

I kissed her neck and ear some more. "Do you ever think about me...being in a deeper relationship with you?"

Her eyes narrowed to slits as she breathed. "Uhhhhhhh...huhhhhhh."

I couldn't believe what she had just openly admitted as I fondled her voluptuous breast. She didn't appear ashamed anymore. She was into this.

Needless to say, I was hard.

Boldly, I moved my hand that rested on her stomach, downward ever so slowly into the front of her yoga pants. "Is this ok...Amanda?"

She gasped, her breathing pattern interrupted. She looked at me in the mirror, eyes locked, as I felt the top of her pubic mound.

"Yess..." she said, completely enraptured.

I carefully lowered my hand to her entrance.

My fingers felt her wetness as I moistened them and began to rub them gently and slowly around her swollen clit.

Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she started taking small, quick breaths, clearly in ecstasy. I dipped my finger back into her vagina to lubricate them further.

I pushed my hard dick against her butt as I continued to stimulate her clit with my fingers.

My other hand moved under her top and squeezed and twisted her hard nipple.

Her mouth opened wider as she took in larger breaths. "Uhhhhhhhh....Ohhhhhhh..." Her expression was unbelievably sexy and erotic.

It had not been long, but I could tell she was getting close.

I whispered, "Are you going to cum for me..."

That tipped her over the edge.

She began to climax, moaning, "Ohhhhhh... fuck..... Ohhhhh.. Jason..." as she came, shaking.

I moved my hands back to her tummy and continued to kiss her neck and ear.

She turned her head, a look of pure passion in her eyes.

Then she leaned in and kissed me -- not tenderly, but with an intensity.

I remembered the familiar sweet taste of her mouth and tongue as we joined together once again in the sensual dance she had taught me on the couch.

I groaned as she kissed me.

We were completely sober, in the middle of the day...doing this!?

She bit and sucked my lips with force, breathing heavily. She seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

Quickly and smoothly, she pulled off my shirt and pulled down my pants, unleashing my raging hard-on.

She looked down at it, mesmerized. Her gentle and loving hand wrapped around it and squeezed.

She said, "My God, you're so gorgeous," as she looked me up and down with a lustful gaze. She really meant it.

She stroked my raging boner gently as she leaned in and kissed my chest and neck.

With sudden urgency, she turned around and pulled her yoga pants and underwear down all at once, exposing her shapely backside and luscious pussy.

She leaned forward on the bathroom counter, looking into the mirror at me expectantly.

I took a moment to assess her stunning body as she bent over for me. She really looked like some kind of centerfold model.

Her full pussy lips opened just slightly, revealing her pink garden within. Those depths called to me as I rubbed the tip of my dick against her womanhood, gathering lubrication.

She looked at me intensely. It was clear what she wanted.

I gently inserted the tip, teasing her a little. She held a wonton look on her face...she wanted more.

The smell of her arousal overpowered me as I grabbed her hips and pushed slowly into her depths, feeling her warm embrace of my shaft.

I watched her mouth open in the mirror in delight as she felt me enter her.

With each thrust, she moaned softly. I couldn't believe I was inside her again.

I slapped against her big butt as I continued to pump away inside my mom's tender pussy.

"Amanda...you're so fucking hot," I said under my breath as I fucked her, enjoying the sight of my big dick stretching her pussy.

She said, "Ohhhh....you feel so good baby...you're so gorgeous."

I loved hearing her talk like that, and I amped up my tempo, feeling myself getting closer. "I'm going to cum in your pussy...is that what you want?"

She responded with urgency, "ohhhhhh...Yes... honey. I want your cum in me...."

I thrust, feeling the gentle friction and heat of her pussy.

I said, "You feel so fucking good!"

Her ass slapped loudly as I pumped.

She looked into my eyes through the mirror. "I love you, Jason" I could tell, she meant it.

I looked into hers and replied, "I love you too, Amanda."

She started to cum again, "I'm cumming....Ohhhhhh, God!"

I felt such power coursing through me as I uttered, "Mom, I'm going to cum in your pussy!" while she orgasmed.

She cried out, "Ohh fuck yes. Cum in me, honey...take me! Uhhhhhnnnnnnhhh." I felt her cunt contracting just as my balls began to erupt.

Gobs of my potent sperm shot deep into my mom's pussy.

I held her ass tightly against me as I pushed deep inside her, unleashing spurt after spurt of my life-giving seed.

It felt like I was making her pregnant all over again.

When I pulled out, my cum oozed out from her pussy and down her legs. It was an obscene and delightful sight.

She turned around with a look of pure joy...and kissed me passionately.

When she was satisfied, she looked at me with her soft and caring eyes. "That was so nice, honey. Thank you!"

As it was getting late, I said, "I have to get to bed now -- I have a busy day with classes tomorrow." I kissed her on the cheek and left for my room. I needed to think.

She seemed to acquiesce and accept what happened so quickly...almost too quickly. There was definitely more to this story.

* * * * * * * Detective Work

The next day when Mom went to work, I decided to do a little work of my own.

Instead of schoolwork, I'd be testing out my investigation skills today.

I know I should be more trusting, but something about my mother's behavior was bugging me.

I crept into her room.

I really didn't need to creep, but it just felt like the thing to do when you're invading someone's personal space.

I looked through her drawers, under her bed, and in her closet. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, though I found some vibrators and other interesting sex toys in a box.

When I was about to give up, I noticed a section of wood flooring that looked slightly different.

No way,.. that's only on bad television shows where people have secret floor panels, isn't it?

Well, it wasn't. She did have a secret space on the floor of that closet, and what I found didn't seem shocking...at first.

A series of handwritten notebooks lined a box that sat in the space. I casually lifted one out, opened the cover, and began to read.