I moaned after the tip entered me, pausing before sliding in some more and then easing it out.I did this a few times until I had the whole thing buried in me, then started to speed up my fucking, pretending it was Nick's cock in me, stretching me and filling me.I pinched my nipple as I remembered him suckling my milk as a child.My fingers pounded into me hard and fast as I imagined what it would be like to feel my own son's cock fucking me.He had just finished and was shaking off the last few drops and I could see that he had a nice one, even flaccid like that.He gave it a couple of quick strokes and it grew a little bit, but then I tucked it away and washed his hands, leaving me in the shower, even hotter than I had been.
I kept stroking him, rubbing my thumb in the precum dripping from the head, as he leaned down and suckled my breasts just as he had done as a child.
Our son was getting older and would be leaving home in a few years, and we wanted another child before then.
Unfortunately, though, it had been about three years of attempts, and I still wasn't pregnant.
Once more, I told him to come in because I was going to be a while, but this time when he was done he didn't leave.
This time, I opened the shower curtain so he could see me standing there, wet and soapy and naked, and this time he took off his clothes and joined me.