Forbidden Urges pt2

Two years had passed since Maria (37) had given birth to our daughter after that wild night of forbidden passion, hidden in plain sight as John's child. Life had settled into a twisted normalcy, with me playing the role of the dutiful son and occasional babysitter. But the hunger never faded; it only grew sharper, more insistent.

Tonight, Maria and John were out celebrating his buddy's 40th birthday bash. They'd stumbled through the front door well past midnight, reeking of booze and laughter, their steps unsteady on the stairs. I had tucked our daughter into bed hours ago. From the living room, I heard them crash into their bedroom upstairs, the door slamming shut with a drunken thud.

Minutes ticked by in the quiet house. Then came the snoring John's deep, rumbling roars echoing down the hall like a freight train. Maria's softer breaths mixed in, but I knew she was out cold too, her body limp from the alcohol. My cock twitched at the thought, hardening as I walk up the stairs, heart pounding with that familiar thrill of risk.

The bedroom door was ajar, moonlight spilling across the rumpled bed. John lay sprawled on his side, facing away, his snores uninterrupted. Maria was on her back beside him, her nightgown hiked up slightly, exposing the curve of her thigh. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, lips parted in sleep. She looked so vulnerable, so inviting my mother, the woman who'd borne me and now carried my seed once before.

I slipped inside, closing the door softly behind me. The air was thick with the scent of alcohole and her perfume. Standing beside the bed, I reached under the covers, my fingers brushing her warm skin as I hooked into the waistband of her panties. They were simple cotton ones, damp from whatever dreams she might be having. I tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, over her hips, past the soft mound of her pussy, still slightly swollen from motherhood but begging for more. The fabric slid down her legs, pooling at her ankles before I pulled it free and tossed it aside.

Maria stirred faintly, mumbling something incoherent, but her eyes stayed closed, body heavy with intoxication. I unzipped my pants, freeing my throbbing cock thick and veined. It stood rigid, aching to claim her again. Positioning myself between her spread legs, I gripped her thighs, pushing them wider. Her pussy lips parted slightly, glistening in the dim light of the moon, a hint of arousal even in her stupor.

I had to taste her so I let my tongue slide true her slit, but not what I came for. I aligned the head of my cock with her entrance and rammed forward, burying myself deep in one brutal thrust. Her walls clenched around me, hot and slick, stretching to take my full length. A low groan escaped her lips, but she didn't wake John's snoring drowned out any sound. 'Time to get pregnant again, Mom,' I whispered harshly, my voice thick with lust as I started pounding into her.

Each slam of my hips drove my cock balls-deep, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her tits bounced under the nightgown with every rough thrust, nipples hardening against the fabric. I leaned down, shoving the gown up to expose them, and latched onto one with my mouth, sucking hard while I fucked her relentlessly. Maria's body responded instinctively her hips bucking faintly, pussy juices coating my shaft as I pounding her.

'Fuck, Mom, you're so tight,' I growled under my breath, feeling the pressure build. Her breaths came quicker now, soft moans slipping out as her body betrayed her sleep. I rammed deeper, grinding against her cervix, determined to flood her womb once more. With a stifled grunt, I came thick cum erupting inside her, painting her insides white, sealing our taboo pact.

I stayed buried in her for a moment, panting, before pulling out slowly. Cum leaked from her pussy, dripping onto the sheets. I covered mom and slipped out of the room, the taste of her nipple still on my tongue. Another secret seed planted in the night our family growing in ways John would never suspect.