Just One Box

"Ugh... look how deep I touch you, mom. God I'm so going to miss this."

"M-me too... come inside me" Helen moaned, her eyes filling.

The teen placed the globose cockhead against her dripping snatch, ready for penetration. However, when he pulled back on the condom to adjust it, a tear in the latex caused the condom to separate.

Her womb burning, Helen stared in wide-eyed horror at the throbbing shaft of alternating black rubber and alabaster flesh. This had to be a joke, "What?"

"Damn... how the hell did this happen? Did something cut it?" the boy asked rhetorically, well aware of scissors in his desk that he'd used to sabotage the contraceptive.

Helen stared at him speechlessly as he shucked off the torn remnants of treasured latex.

"Well, guess that's it then. It was fun while it lasted," he muttered as he kissed his mother on the cheek before turning around to leave.

As expected, he soon felt a tiny, cool hand clutching his wrist, "W-wait! What about me? I- I- need to. . . to come!"

"Well, that would go against our deal... we agreed on just this one box, right?"

"It- it's just one m-more. It- it's not a big deal!"

"Well, ok... don't blame me afterwards..." Jason chuckled, as he began lowering his mouth to her pussy.

She stopped him with one hand, "N-no, I- I- meant with... your... your..."

"With my what, mom?"

"Your... your... YOUR COCK!"

Jason faked surprise, "Woah... really? Uh... ok... a new arrangement? Well, ok how... many times?"

"W-what?"

"Well, how many condoms should I get? Is it just one more time? Just today? Just one more box?"

Dizzy and sexually frustrated, Helen whined, "I- I- don't know! Just... please... fuck me!

The teen couldn't help but smile at his complete domination, "Well, ok if you say so... let me dress up and go to the store."

"No! J-just go bareback!"

"What?" the teen said, genuinely surprised.

"It- it's a safe day, so just... go ahead."

Despite his meticulous plotting, the boy had never expected one of his wildest dreams to come true. The excitement of this new development drove steel into his cock.

All pretenses aside, the boy returned his drooling cock to where it had been before he had initiated his little gambit.

"Here I come mom," he whispered before slowly pushing his way into her.

Helen's eyes rolled back into her eye sockets as she felt that familiar, wonderful, and unbelievable sensation of being stretched just before the point of pain. She encouragingly stroked her son's thighs as he slowly went deeper and deeper into her.

Given how well his plans were going, the boy decided to push his luck. Less than halfway, he quickly withdrew his cock until popped back out, now somewhat shiny from his mother's juices.

"No-no, don't stop! Keep going! Pleassee..."

He returned within her, restarting his penetration at an even slower, torturous pace, "I've been wondering... if you're so desperate for it deep, why not ask dad?"

The housewife looked at her spawn with disbelief, "W-what?"

"Well, I was wondering if you're willing to give up so much just for a deep fucking, how come you don't just ask your husband to do it for you?"

Helen was furious, "How dare you? I'm not going to answer a question like that."

The boy only smiled in response as he paused his insertion and began evacuating.

"No!" she whined.

Still withdrawing, the cocky teen asserted, "If you want me, you're gonna have to be honest."

"D-damn you... I... I... have! He just can't... do it!"

Jason paused, maintaining his current depth, "Why not?"

"No! Pleaaaase... please don't make me..." the conflicted housewife moaned as tears ran down her face.

The teen began massaging her pleasure nub, his cock not moving a centimeter.

The need to intense, Helen finally snapped, "IT'S BECAUSE HIS COCK IS TOO SMALL AND HE CAN'T FUCK WORTH SHIT. I FEEL NOTHING WITH HIM ANYMORE. I CAN ONLY COME WITH YOUR BIG COCK."

"That's all I wanted to hear," Jason said, forcefully driving his cock all the way inside her.

Helen screamed as the anger and guilt within her was washed away by the cool relief of an intense, epileptic orgasm.

For the next three hours, the teenage stud fucked his mother with unprecedented vigor and ferocity as the primal drive to impregnating a mate overtook him for the first time in his life. Sweat poured off his glistening, taut muscles and the boy grunted like an animal as he plowed his partner's sacred garden implacably. Helen only had seconds during her brief resolution phase after a climax to feel incredible anger at her son for his ploy and incredible guilt at herself for betraying her husband. Before long, her body began trembling and her consciousness faded as she was lost in the youth's obdurate passion.

Finally, the teen gritted his teeth as his orgasm inevitably approached, "Arrghhhh... I can't hold on... gonna come inside you!"

Helen's long nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, "Oh g-god m-me too!"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Jason's urethra yawned as a massive stream of baby batter shot against the pink, slimy ring before it. He yelled obscenely as he nailed his lover to the bed.

As an unprecedented orgasm overtook her, Helen's mouth popped open, but no sound came out. Although her eyes were wide-open, she saw nothing but big pink hearts as she grunted and spasmed. The fire in her womb seemed to be completely smothered by the seemingly gallon of thick, creamy fluid that filled her passageway.

When his three-minute orgasm finally concluded, the teen fell back on the bed beside his mother, his withdrawal leading to a large amount of his and her cum to spurt out and pool onto the bed.

The tumult in her mind long forgotten, Helen reached out to hold her son's hand as they both tried to catch their breath.

Before long, Jason was again atop her, folding her legs into his shoulders in his favorite attack position. His still rock-solid erection hungrily waiting right outside her love muscle, the boy looked his mother directly in the eye, and spoke from the heart.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I need you badly, mom. I love you so much and I need you, and nobody else can have you. Not even dad. I need to know that you're mine."

"I- I'm yours. I love you too baby -- you're my man. God I can't believe how horny I still am."

"Good, cause I'm nowhere close to being done. I'm going to fuck you long as possible and fill you up."

Just before his glans dove towards one of the spots within Helen Cleaver that'd have her screaming in a few minutes, the boy declared, "I'll make sure there isn't even any room for him."

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On Monday morning, Paul noticed that his wife's loving morning ritual had an undercurrent of impatient irritation. Sure, she had made him breakfast and was now walking with him to his car, but there was something automatic, something perfunctory about her behavior that made him feel like he was not wanted in the house.

When she planted her traditional kiss after the engine started up, he couldn't help but voice his concerns, "Babe, are you ok? I don't have to go to work today if something's up..."

"No!" Helen snapped. Softening her words, she added, "I- I'm great honey... just don't be late to work on my account."

"Ok... if you're sure."

"Yeah, bye-bye, now!"

His "I love you" getting no response from his wife, who bolted back to the house, Paul forlornly began the long drive to work. He tried to dismiss the sick feeling in his stomach, assuring himself that he was just being oversensitive and that his longtime wife was madly in love with him. When the inevitable notion of a possible affair entered his mind, he brushed it off, convincing himself that his loving, loyal son would have told him anything unusual about his mother's behavior.

He only partially succeeded. It would have been easier had his wife not been acting so strangely the past week or so. Whenever he got home, she had seemed tired, disinterested, and often stared off into space, as if daydreaming about something wonderful. His attempts at lovemaking, increased in frequency since their fight the previous weekend, were all rebuffed with various weak excuses; in the 20 years of their marriage, he couldn't remember a single time Helen had said no. This observation had been extra puzzling given that his wife dressed more provocatively than ever before.

Her strange behavior had alerted him to other oddities around the house -- for some reason, their bedroom seemed to have been turned over every single day and the smell of some strange, musky air freshener pervaded every single room in the house. The family seemed to eat take out or delivery nearly every night and the fridge was empty; in fact, outside of a series of unusually bland breakfasts, Helen seemed to have stopped cooking altogether.

Initially, he had ascribed her inattention to some event or occasion with her girlfriends, but last Thursday, Virginia Bundy had approached him in the grocery store inquiring about Helen's well-being; apparently, she had not shown up to their regular get-togethers in days .

He temporarily achieved peace when he had concluded that she had been spending all her time mothering their 18-year old son. Always an overzealous parent, Helen probably tried to maximize their time together before he left for college. Paul had chuckled, pitying the poor boy.

"Kid must have been miserable all week with so much attention. Oh well, mothers and their sons..."

However, his relief had retransformed into confusion when he had arrived home Friday night to find no trace of his wife or son except a hastily scrawled note pinned to the refrigerator. The note explained that the pair was driving to the family cabin on Lake Michigan in order to go to an "alumni event", and would return Sunday night. What alumni event? Why hadn't he heard of this before?

Hungry for an explanation, he'd tried Helen and Jason's cellphones for hours to no avail. Finally, as he sipped his third glass of whiskey that night, he called the cabin's landline. After reaching the answering machine twice, he began to confirm that his family was lying to him. On the third time, however, somebody picked up.

"H-hello?"

Paul was immediately relieved to hear the familiar voice of his wife on the line.

"It's me babe. Where are you? What's going on? How come you guys haven't been picking up?" his voice quivered with the burden of a thousand worries.

No response. All he heard was a rhythmic knocking and a strangely wet sound punctuated by distant, panicked, female whispers and perhaps a male chuckle, "Sweetie noooo..."

"Helen? Baby?"

"U-uh hey hon... l-listen let me c-call you back in a f-few hours. SORRY!"

Paul tore the phone away as his wife's shriek pierced his ears. When he returned the device to his ear, only a dial tone was present.

He tried calling back a few more times, but he directly went to voicemail -- the phone had been disconnected altogether. For the next few hours, he returned to the comforts of Glenfiddich, his attention focused on the silent cellphone on the desk. He fell asleep waiting.

He woke up to his jazzy ringtone on Saturday at 10:30 -- it was Helen's cellphone.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe, sorry again about yesterday -- we were stupid and let our cellphone charges go out, and that damn cabin phone just won't work. And sorry about leaving on such short notice, but Jason just got the call and I didn't want him to miss any important information."

Despite the significant holes in the story, Paul's relief at hearing his wife's voice and coming to some explanation blinded the poor fool, "It's ok! Let me come up there -- I want to see you two."

"NO!" Helen almost shouted. "We... we're already here at the event... it'd be a waste of time. You just enjoy your weekend."

"But I should be there for him! I'm his father."

Helen curtly responded, "Look, if we're being honest, I'm almost certain he doesn't want you here. You know how college kids are..."

"But... but you're up there!"

His wife sighed as if irritated, "Yeah well it's different with me. Just enjoy your weekend honey -- we'll be back tomorrow evening."

Paul heard the distant voice of his son, "Ready mom?"

"Oh god yes sweetie," Helen said in a voice he'd never heard before with her hand on the phone. Returning to full volume, she briskly intoned, "Well, we have to go, babe! See you tomorrow! Love ya!"

Paul said "I love you too" to nobody and put the phone down. He called up some of his friends and tried to take his mind off the situation.

When his family returned the next night, he joyously approached to greet them, but mother and son coyly giggled and laughed, as if party to a million different inside jokes.

"Hey you guys, I'm so happy to see you. I was pretty worried."

Jason smirked, "Hey dad -- you should stop worrying about such SMALL matters."

Shocked, Helen laughed and playfully smacked his arm, "Pumpkin... don't make fun of your dad... not everybody is as BIG-hearted as you."

Paul chuckled, trying to understand what they were talking about, but his reaction only made the two of them laugh harder.

He tried to change the subject, "So how was the event? Learn anything useful?"

Jason smiled and approached his father, his extra height towering imposingly, "Yeah... that's what we wanted to talk to you about, dad. There's a fantastic early-start program at college that'd help ease the transition between high school and college. I want to go -- it's not too expensive, and it'll be good for me."

Always supportive of his son's academic future, Paul laughed warmly, "Of course, son! That sounds like a great idea!"

Helen interjected, "I'm going with him."

"Woah, what? Why?"

"He needs help setting up shop, and I want to spend as much time with my baby before he leaves the nest," Helen stated, wrapping her arms around Jason's left arm.

"I donno..."

"Come on dad... I'm gonna do better in school if I have a nice, easy transition... and mom's the best stress relief there is."

From the way his son and wife gazed at each other smilingly, Paul realized that he'd walked in on another inside joke. Despite the huge reservations in his gut, his paternal instincts overcame him.

"Uh... okay, it's just one month after all."

"Yes!" both mother and son exclaimed.

Expecting an overjoyed embrace, Paul was disappointed as he watched the two hold each other and share their joy.

Paul's concerns were significantly ameliorated Sunday night, however, when Helen jumped him in bed. As he went to put on a condom, his wife stopped him.

"No... I want to feel you naked inside me."

He chuckled, "Wha-? Are you s-sure?"

"Yeah... it's a safe day. And besides, would it be so bad if we had another little miracle?"

"Woah, are you serious, Helen?"

"Yeah! What's so crazy about that? After all, I'm not too old, and Jason IS leaving the house -- it's going to be really empty without him."

"I guess..."

"Don't worry so much silly... just come into me."

Ecstatic to receive his wife's first genuine motion of affection in about a week, Paul brushed his misgivings away as he entered her.

While tumult racked Paul's mind that Monday morning, his wife and son were having a little tumult of their own.

"Ohhhh... y-you're doing so good sweetie... h-how do you know exactly where to touch me?"

"Cause we were made for each other. Damn it, I can't believe I let the fucker put his hands on you yesterday."

Jason grunted angrily as he stood at the edge of his father's desk, rapidly laying into his spread-eagle mother.

Helen gently cupped his face, "Awww... sweetie, I had to do it. How else are we going to explain our baby?"

"We... we shouldn't have to. Damn it mom I could take care of you..."

"I'm proud of you for trying to take the responsibility, honey, but let's be honest. You're a college student and I don't have a job -- our baby needs a lot of help."

"Yeah..."

She stroked his face, "And say what you will about that man, but he's great at raising kids. After all, he raised you, didn't he?"

"I-I know, but... the thought of that loser putting his hands on my woman..."

Although pleased at his jealously, Helen reassured him, "Well, it doesn't matter -- he did nothing for me, and I was thinking of my handsome son the whole time... that and our weekend at the cabin."

Jason's anger began dissipating as he remembered the non-stop fucking that weekend. It was a good thing that the cabin was alone on a steep cliff; otherwise, his mother's constant screaming would have surely brought the police to their doorstep. His balls ached even this morning, bruised from the production of what seemed like pints of jism that had entered Helen's womb, stomach, and even her rectum.

"Oh g-god, baby... you're gonna make m-mommy cum a-again!"

The rancor within the teen evaporated as Helen Cleaver reminded him whose name she had howled over and over again that weekend.

"JAAAAAAAAAAAASONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"Hey dude, where's Jason? We're gonna be late to that frat party."

"I donno... probably fucking some broad. Goddamn that dude gets so much tail."

"Nah -- no way. His mom's visiting this weekend."

"Yeah, well, his mom visits every weekend. Hasn't stopped him before."

"What? You're telling me a pregnant lady flies thousands of miles every Friday or something?"

"Nah bro his family moved to SF last month -- apparently she gave his dad so much shit that the guy finally transferred. Talk about whipped."

"Jeez, I feel bad for Jason... like cut the cord already."

"You'd think so, right? But, he's always excited when she's in town."

"Also, damn they're loaded if they can just move to SF in a heartbeat."

"Not really, his dad's just a pushover. How else does a college student skip on cheap on-campus housing for an apartment?"

"No, no that's not it. Shit, didn't you hear dude? Bro got in a ton of trouble over the summer in student housing -- apparently there'd be noises of women screaming all day and night and shit. Some charge of decency and disruption or something."

"Woah."

"Yeah. Our buddy's definitely a cocksman."

"Damn... how the fuck does a momma's boy like that lay so much pipe?"

"Hahaha who the fuck knows what happens in those small Midwestern towns? Maybe she showed him the way."