Anonymous1: She really didn't expect this to happen. Her young son had been pushing her into sex for months now, and she had always refused based on the obvious taboo. Then one day she caught a glimpse of just how big he was between the legs as she saw him walk into his room, clean from the bath. Slowly, the curiosity became temptation, and eventually it defeated her.
She bought him a small pack of condoms, taking responsibility for the situation. She didn't imagine he'd be able to cum much more than once, given his age, but after five rounds, he was still eager to go. After round three, when she was basking in the continuing afterglow of her orgasmic high, she was worried that she didn't buy enough.
Her son begged her for one last time when he ran out of condoms. She really didn't want to do it raw, and she really didn't want to get pregnant, especially from her own son. His hard but weary cock made her think that any load he could pump in her now would be practically non-existent and nearly harmless at this point. But she underestimated a horny teen's lust and desire to impregnate the sexiest woman he could find. He was determined to claim her, and mark her as his own.
She had one last little orgasm before he had his, which contained nowhere near the volume of seed as his previous loads that night, but it was powered by his primal need to breed his mother; one last try now that he was free from the latex barriers. She could feel the heat of his cum as it flowed inward, her weary, satisfied womb opened wide for its new master. She was struck cold with fear as she realized the ultimate taboo had just been committed.
Her son rested his head between her massive pillow tits as the final spurts finished pumping into her. She had no idea what to say or to do. Everything she didn't want to happen had happened. She didn't want to have sex with him. She didn't want him to cum in her. She didn't want him to get her pregnant. But in spite of her precautions, she had unwittingly increased his drive to reproduce. She met her fate on her path to avoid it. Even in the face of her best efforts, incest wins.
She bought him a small pack of condoms, taking responsibility for the situation. She didn't imagine he'd be able to cum much more than once, given his age, but after five rounds, he was still eager to go. After round three, when she was basking in the continuing afterglow of her orgasmic high, she was worried that she didn't buy enough.
Her son begged her for one last time when he ran out of condoms. She really didn't want to do it raw, and she really didn't want to get pregnant, especially from her own son. His hard but weary cock made her think that any load he could pump in her now would be practically non-existent and nearly harmless at this point. But she underestimated a horny teen's lust and desire to impregnate the sexiest woman he could find. He was determined to claim her, and mark her as his own.
She had one last little orgasm before he had his, which contained nowhere near the volume of seed as his previous loads that night, but it was powered by his primal need to breed his mother; one last try now that he was free from the latex barriers. She could feel the heat of his cum as it flowed inward, her weary, satisfied womb opened wide for its new master. She was struck cold with fear as she realized the ultimate taboo had just been committed.
Her son rested his head between her massive pillow tits as the final spurts finished pumping into her. She had no idea what to say or to do. Everything she didn't want to happen had happened. She didn't want to have sex with him. She didn't want him to cum in her. She didn't want him to get her pregnant. But in spite of her precautions, she had unwittingly increased his drive to reproduce. She met her fate on her path to avoid it. Even in the face of her best efforts, incest wins.