Two years later...
The next two years were the happiest time in Deepa's life. Her job was great, her lover and son was even better. They were truly friends and lovers. Their relationship had progressed to the point where Prashant had moved into his mother's bedroom but kept clothes in a spare room for show. They slept every night together and their sexual relationship had become even more intense. It was hard to tell whose desire was greatest. Prashant was still insatiable but Deepa kept up with him.
Prashant was doing well in school and had decided to major in engineering. He was a taller, stronger, and even more handsome young man now. His experiences with his mom had made him much more mature then other boys his age.
There was only one problem with their happy life and Deepa wanted to correct that. However, she wasn't sure how to approach it. She had been thinking about it for months and had finally gotten up enough nerve to bring it out in the open.
Prashant sensed that it was going to be a special night tonight. He and his mom were going to a show and then back home for dinner. That wasn't unusual. However, he could see a light in his mother's eyes and that always meant something special was going to happen.
As usual, Prashant was waiting downstairs for his mom. When she came down, she was wearing a tight black evening dress that was short on her thighs and very low cut. She had a string of pearls around her neck that Prashant had given her last week for her 39th birthday.
"Sorry I'm late sweetie," she smiled as she passed.
Prashant grabbed her arm and turned her back to him. He leaned to her ear, as if someone could hear, and whispered, "Mom, would you take your panties off for me?"
She looked at him in surprise but quickly reached up under her dress and stripped her panties down her legs and over her high heels. Smiling at her son, she handed them to him. She watched in amusement as he folded the panties and placed them in his vest pocket, and then fluffed them up.
"Thanks Mom, now my outfit is complete." Prashant smiled devilishly.
"You never cease to amaze me lover," Deepa said, kissing his cheek.
The play was entertaining and went by fast. However, Prashant noticed that his mother seemed anxious about something. She was fidgeting in her seat. He thought it might be excitement about the night ahead. After all, she had put off sex with him for a week, saying that it was her "time of the month." Prashant didn't understand that because he thought she had just had her period a few weeks ago. However, he shrugged it off. What do guys know about that stuff, he thought.
Deepa had prepared everything in advance. The dining room table was set, with candles on the table, wine chilled, and the food ready to be heated and served. They remained dressed for the dinner.
"Mom, dinner was perfect. Thank you," Prashant said sincerely, lifting his glass of wine for a toast.
Deepa brought her glass to his. "You're welcome Prashant," Deepa said, looking nervous, like she had something to say.
"What's wrong Mom?" Prashant asked concerned.
"Prashant, I have something to ask you. I am not sure how to say this." Deepa hesitated for a minute then continued. "You know that I've always wanted more children."
"I know Mom. I feel bad about that."
"I'm 39 and my biological clock is ticking away. We've made a commitment to each other so there isn't likely to be another man in my life or a woman in yours. I had hoped that I would eventually meet someone and marry again so that I could have the children that I always wanted. The problem is, I fell in love with my own son and I don't want anyone else."
"I know how you feel." The thought had crossed Prashant's mind as well. However, he was looking at it more from his perspective because he wanted children as well but he couldn't imagine anyone else in his life either. They were stuck in a paradox and there seemed to be no solution.
"I know that I'm not saying this right so let me give you this and then maybe you will understand," Deepa said, handing him a wrapped package.
Prashant took the package with a look of confusion on his face. The package was small, about the size of a music CD. With trembling hands, Prashant opened it up, having no idea what to expect. When he had opened the package, he held the contents in his hand curiously. He had a totally dumbfounded expression on his face. He looked up at his mother and shrugged his shoulders in confusion.
Deepa didn't say a word. She just waited.
Prashant looked at what he held in his hand. It was a circular package of pills. There were 30 spaces for pills, indicating that one should be taken each day. However, all were gone except the last seven pills. Suddenly, Prashant looked at his mom with a startled expression on his face. "Uh... what... you..." Prashant stuttered, his mouth hanging open.
Deepa reached across the table and took his hand. "Yes Prashant, they are my birth control pills and yes, I haven't taken them for the past seven days. That's why I've haven't let you have me all week."
"But, I, I don't understand. You can't be thinking that we..."
"Let me try to explain," Deepa interrupted. "I've done a lot of research over the past six months and have found that the rate of problems for children born of an incestuous relationship is really very small," she said pausing to let Prashant absorb what she was saying.
"My God Mom, are you serious?" Prashant asked. He couldn't believe what his mother was asking him.
"Yes."
"Oh my God... you... you want a baby and you want me to be the father?"
"Yes Prashant, I want you to make me pregnant. I want to have your child," Deepa said and paused for a long moment. "Prashant, before you answer, you have to know that this is a difficult thing for us. There are all kinds of potential problems. Even though we don't have family who live nearby, that is still a concern. In addition, there is my job and your college. There are all kinds of questions that I don't have answers for. However, I'm willing to take the risks. But, it's up to you. If you don't want this, you can just hand the pills back to me. If you want me to have your child, throw the pills in the trash can."
Prashant practically leaped from his chair and tossed the pills in the trashcan. He hurried back to the table and pulled his mother to her feet. She now had tears streaming down her cheeks. Mother and son kissed tenderly, holding each other tight.
Suddenly, Prashant pulled away from his mom and went down to one knee.
"Mom, I know this is silly and that we can never really be married but my love and commitment to you is as strong as any marriage has ever been. I would love to father your child," Prashant said, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Deepa pulled her son to his feet and looked into his eyes. "Oh God Prashant, are you sure you know what you're saying?"
"Mom, I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You are everything to me and I would do anything for you. I want this. I want you to have my baby."
Mother and son brought their lips together in the sweetest kiss they had ever had.
Prashant picked his mother up in his arms and silently carried her to their bed. He laid her down and quickly stripped and then he crawled onto the bed next to her. Kissing her lips, he slowly slipped the straps of her dress down her arms until her breasts were bare. He worked his lips down her neck to her heaving chest. He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth, bringing a moan from his mother. Then he turned until his head was between her legs and his penis was close to her mouth. He heard his mother moan as she took him in her mouth. His lips covered her hole and he began to suck. They worked each other to a fervor before stopping to strip Deepa's clothes off.
Prashant pushed his mother back on the bed, took a pillow, and placed it under her hips. He knew that this would get the deepest penetration. He knelt between her legs, his hard penis pulsing above his mom's waiting hole. Their eyes locked together.
"Tell me Mom, tell me what you want," Prashant said holding his swollen head near her equally excited hole.
"Please Prashant, fuck your mother. I want that big cock deep in my fertile pussy. I want you to give your mother a baby! Fuck me, please," Deepa whined as she reached down and spread her juicy lips. "Look at how ready I am for you. Can you see the juice running out of me? I want your potent sperm running out of my pussy all night."
"Oh God Mom," Prashant moaned, excited by her nasty words.
Prashant brought his penis to her wet and open hole. Slowly he placed the head into the entrance. Both mother and son moaned as he slid deeply into her. The sensation felt so much greater because of what they were going to do; he was going to make his own mother pregnant. It was the greatest taboo of all.
Deepa felt Prashant begin to move in and out of her in a slow, steady motion, taking his time, building the heat and excitement. She wrapped her legs around her son and pushed into him. When he touched bottom it brought another moan from both of them.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard. I need it so bad, please fuck me," Deepa gasped.
Prashant began to pound into his mother like never before. Sweat began to drip off of him as he worked his penis rapidly in and out of her. He could feel his her juice splashing all over his balls, dripping down to the sheets. The pounding went on and on. Neither one of them could get enough of the other.
"I'm getting close Mom. Can I cum in you?"
"Yes, yes, I'm close, keep fucking me. Oh God, oh God, I'm cummmmiiiiinnnngggg," Deepa screamed pushing her hips up to meet her son.
"Here it comes Mom, here it comes, take it, take all my cum," Prashant responded, feeling the force of his load traveling down the shaft and into his mother's body. Shot after shot of potent sperm flowed from Prashant into his mother. Both were moaning and shaking as their mutual climax flowed from one body to the other.
Finally, Prashant collapsed in exhaustion on top of his mother. Their lips met in a final kiss as they fell off to sleep. Inside his mother, Prashant's sperm was beginning the journey that would change their lives forever.
They had finally crossed the line.
THE END
