«Just Add Water: Craving Son’s Seed» by Kethandra Wilde

Jan looked too cute, too young, to have such a strong, handsome son, now so obviously a man. And she couldn’t keep her mind off how hot he looked, powerful swimmer’s muscles not the only thing bulging.


Jack already judged other girls by the unfair standard of his petite, beautiful mother, but then she climbed out of the pool wearing that soaked white dress with nothing on underneath, every detail of her fit body perfectly, gloriously exposed.


She had sworn off dating, men, or sex until her son was grown, in spite of how much she had loved the feeling of a young stud losing control between her thighs, filling her fertile womb with new, glowing life. Now her son Jack was definitely grown, and she could only think of him. 


He knew he shouldn’t lust for his mother like that, no matter how sexy she was.


She knew she shouldn’t crave her own son’s seed swelling her toned little belly. But admitting the truth of their forbidden desires would take them places and bring them closer than either could imagine.


~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~


After another swig of wine, his mother rested her head on his lap. She tucked her legs in closer, shorts snugging up, displaying her round little bottom, exposing even more bare leg. He bit down on his lip, refocused his attention to the TV detectives as the case unfolded.


“Hey. You’re supposed to be rubbing my back.” Small hands hugged his thigh, her cheek snuggling above them. He began to massage along her spine.


“Lower.” Her voice sent vibrations through his leg, dangerously close to his groin. “Bare skin please.”


His fingers slid down past the cropped top, stroking over smooth skin before pressing harder.


“Mmm!” Another vibration. He tried to ignore the small but definite motion of her hips, almost humping back against his touch. Her cheek again nuzzled his thigh. “That’s better.”


Feeling the beginnings of a swelling he desperately hoped his mom would not feel, Jack returned his attention the TV. It didn’t help.


The case involved girls who were disappearing. Girls tied to an underground website that — online and, for more money, in person — showed off firm, young, sexy and obviously pregnant bodies.


 “You’re careful, huh?”


Her question threw him off, but at least it was a much-needed distraction. “What do you mean?”


She pointed the remote, pressed Pause.


“You’re careful not to get a girl pregnant, right?” She twisted in his lap to look up at him. Her grin hinted at the wine’s accumulated effect. “Do you pull out?”


“Mom!” He was flustered by the sudden question and by her new position. The cropped shirt had pushed higher, showing the undersides of two small breasts, the fabric clearly defining two raised points. Her shorts were snugged up tight between her thighs. Between them, her flat stomach was entirely exposed. Only the shock of the unexpected question kept his mind from being completely distracted by the view. “I, well, yeah.”


He thought he saw a small, quick pout shade her lips before she continued. “What if she’s safe, and she wants you to stay in?”


“Safe? Safe like I knew she was on birth control, or just safe like, ‘come on, it’s okay, it’s not my time’?” He shook his head. “I’m way too young to have a kid, Mom, and certainly not with anybody I know.”


“I was younger than you are.”


He grinned down at her. “And I’m dang lucky you were more mature, devoted and a better parent than I could imagine being.”


Her eyes glowed, warm. “That’s sweet, Hon. You have though, right?”


“What?”


“Left it in… with no condom?”


His cheeks burned hot. “Uh. No.”


This pout was more pronounced. “Poor, deprived girls.”


It was barely a whisper. He heard the words clearly but they didn’t, couldn’t quite register. “What did you say?”


“Well. It’s just that it feels…different that way…better…like it’s supposed to. Like we were designed or evolved to do it. But then again, I liked getting…uh, being pregnant.”