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Andrew continued to ignore her pleas, spreading her legs and devouring his mother's pussy. He buried his tongue into her slit, and licked as deep into her as he could reach. She screamed out a loud moan and pushed her pussy against his mouth. "Oh, Andrew, my god, oh please stooooop!!"
Andrew resisted her attempts to stop him and refused to listen to her pleas, even though it broke his heart. He knew he now had no choice. He continued to lick and suck on her pussy and clit, until she climaxed into his mouth. Her back arched, her ass lifting off the bed and arms buried in the mattress. She screamed out her orgasm as tears streamed down her face.
His mother dropped to the bed, panting and moaning. Andrew climbed back up her body, licked her belly button again, then each nipple and started to gently kiss her neck. He stared into his mothers' tear filled eyes then as she whispered to him one final plea, "please..."
His own eyes were wet with tears, as he grasped his cock and pressed the head to her mound. His mother gave one final weak attempt to push him away by the shoulders, before she stopped and looked away. Andrew accepted her resignation and pressed his cock into her. Her cunt was tight and unyielding; despite her recent orgasm, it was barely moist and it took great effort for him to finally press himself fully into her.
His mother grunted and moaned, with each of Andrews thrusts. She continued to look away from him. Andrew wanted to enjoy this moment, wanted to enjoy his breeding of his mother, as he had with Ellie and Erin. But he couldn't. Her unwillingness - her obvious discomfort - killed his enjoyment. Why is she resisting? he asked Maggie in his mind. Shouldn't she be supplicant to me? Shouldn't she be unable to resist my desires?
Her resistance to this is too strong. came Maggie's reply. And you have not ordered her to have sex with you. Earlier today, you ordered her to be herself, so she is reacting naturally, as she is able. She cannot stop you, and will not hold this against you, but nothing requires her to enjoy it or willingly participate.
Andrew stopped his thrusts into his mother's barely wet cunt, his cock partially deflated. He pulled out of her, sat next to her, rubbed his hand through her hair, while she laid there and cried. "I'm sorry mom, I really am," he said softly. "But this is something that must be done. I can't let father impregnate you tomorrow. If I do, that child will, in the future, kill me and most of our family and friends, in an effort to overthrow me as the master of our family."
"So you have to rape me?" she cried.
Andrew stopped running his fingers through her hair and stared off towards the bedroom window. He didn't know what to say, or how to respond.
His mother rolled over and sat up on the bed, making no attempt to cover herself. "You know you can tell me to want to have sex with you," she offered sardonically as her tears subsided. "That would make things much easier..."
He looked towards her and shrugged. "Why would you tell me that, if you don't want this to happen?"
"Because I still serve you. You want this, so I should help you make it happen, no matter how much I don't desire it. I feel it is wrong; I'm your mother and married to your father. It is not appropriate for us to have sex, or for you to impregnate me."
Andrew contemplated his mother's words. He stared into her eyes and reached out to caress her breast. She flinched but didn't move away or attempt to remove his hand. Her breast felt good in his hand, soft but also firm, the nipple was hard and pressed against his palm. "Mother, I want to make love to you, and have you bare my child. There is nothing tonight that you will want more."
His mothers' face changed almost instantly. A smile spread across her lips, her pupils dilated and her entire body relaxed. She pressed her chest into his hand and took a deep breath. "Andrew, I'm sorry I resisted you. I love you, my wonderful son. I'm all yours tonight. Please hold me and love me not as your mother, but as your lover." She whispered the last part, her voice husky and deep with desire, accepting her role in this more fully.
Andrew pulled her into a kiss, her lips meeting his and her mouth opening to admit his tongue. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes once more. He could see the passion and desire on her face, and he felt himself growing hard once again.
His mother reached down and grasped his hard shaft, gently stroking it to full mast. She gently pulled and guided him to her now dripping slit. "Please." she begged, this time the word containing a completely different meaning - filled with want and need for his shaft.
He pressed his cock into her folds and let out a moan as he slid into her to the hilt. Her moist, warm pussy felt amazing and gripped his shaft tightly. The change of the dynamic of their love making drew extreme amounts of pleasure from his cock and he knew he would not last long within her depths. Her pussy was already milking his hard shaft, gripping and releasing it before he even started fucking her.
He pulled himself from within her, until just the tip remained inside and then slid all the way back in, pulling a moan from her lips and sending jolts of electricity down his cock. He made love to her slowly, with genuine affection and desire. Each push into her body brought them closer to their ultimate goal. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately as they made love for the first time. Unlike Andrews previous lovers, there was no pressure, they had all the time in the world, and could stretch out their love all night if necessary. They moaned into each others mouths as his shaft slid into her with a steady, yet strong rhythm.
He made love to his mother slowly, passionately. His cock slid gently in and out of her wet slit. She could feel her moaning against his lips and tongue with each stroke into her body. A part of him wanted to fuck her harder, to pound his cock into her willing cunt. However, the part that was currently in control savored the slow, affectionate lovemaking. He wanted to draw out her orgasm, to slowly bring it to fruition, to build the passion and desire. He needed to make up for his earlier attempt to force himself on her - to replace the pain and hurt of his attempted rape - with the love and passion he truly felt for the woman who birthed and raised him.
They stopped kissing and he stared into her eyes as his hips continued their slow grind. He could see her love, see the desire in her eyes. Her hips were now rising to meet him stroke for stroke. She panted and let out cute little squeaks each time he thrust into her. He remembered her making the same sounds while she made love to his father, during his dream. He knew she was close. She let out a really long moan and pulled him back into a kiss.
They continued to kiss and make love; Andrew lost track of the time. All that mattered was the feel of his cock, sliding slowly in and out of her vagina and the feel of her lips and tongue against his own. It could have been hours or minutes before Andrew pulled back and stared into her eyes one final time. He felt his climax approaching. "Mom, I'm about to cum," he groaned.
"Yes baby," she gasped in reply. "It's okay, give mommy your seed. Give me your baby. God you are so good. Give me your love, baby. Show mommy how much you love me."
The two of them climaxed simultaneously, his mother just a second before him. He felt his seed filling her womb, impregnating her with his child. Moments later, they held each other tightly, laying on their sides facing each other, wrapped in each others arms. They fell asleep soon after, his cock still erect and buried within her slit.