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Inseminating Mom

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Hardcore, Incest, Written by women, Author: ChantalXXX, Rating: 96.4, Source: sexstories.com

don't have to be embarrassed, Danny. Nothing was your fault. Nothing. If anyone ought to feel guilty, it has to be me. I told you, I'm the adult and could have stopped it if I really wanted. And don't think you persuaded me or talked me into it. You made a lot of really good points, intelligent points. You gave me a lot to think about, and I did. I made my decision. I admit there was a physical factor that I hadn't counted on, but I'm a big girl and can handle that. I went into it with my eyes wide open." "Mom,I never want you to feel guilty about it. I don't have one regret about it. I hope you never do either. I think it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I never felt so close to anybody or ever loved anybody more than this afternoon. I think it was beautiful and I hope you'll think so too when today is over." He reached over and took my hand in his. This was the first physical contact we'd had since the bedroom. Our hands together felt just like before, the closeness of a mother and her son. I said, "What we shared this afternoon WAS beautiful. It truly was 'making love.' It all happened because we love each other and wanted to bring that love to another life we hope to create. That's the difference between making love, and now your Mom's going to shock you—that's the difference between making love and 'fucking.'" "Mom! I never heard you say that before. "Fucking to me is when you have to have sex because your body can't stand not to any more. There's so much ... passion and desire that your mind can't handle it. It's a wild, out of control feeling that drives you to one goal and one goal only—an orgasm. That's the only thing that can cure that emotional state." "Mom. I—" "I'm only telling you this to point out how different what we did today was, how much purer our motives were, and how you shouldn't ever feel it was wrong and feel bad about yourself." "But, it was so special." "It WAS special. And made more special because it was a once in a lifetime gift we gave each other." "So ... it could never happen again. I mean ..." "No, Danny. Get THAT idea out of your head. We could never repeat what we experienced today, the beauty of it. We could never have a purpose so great as to want to make a baby together, never again in the same way it came about today. I can't think of any reason I would ever find the courage or the strength to ask you to do that or to ask myself to do that again. Please respect that." "I guess," he said. "Can I ask one question?" "Sure, Honey." "Today, you know, as a guy, as a guy was I all right?" He was asking for grade on his performance. I wasn't expecting this. I knew this was important to his ego though, and could well affect him from now on in his relationships with girls. "Danny, you were wonderful. You were gentle and forceful and strong and passionate and considerate—all the things a woman would want in a man." "Was I as good as Dad?" Another question I wasn't expecting, but should have. His father had ...