It's Complicated

I want to thank reader BD for giving me the idea for this story

Part 1

“Shit...shit...shit,” Janine muttered bitterly before taking her face in both hands and beginning to cry again.

She hadn't believed it the first time, so went back to the drugstore and bought a different kit with the same depressing result. She was definitely pregnant...and just a week after her fourteenth birthday.

After the tears finally stopped, she recognized the next order of business was telling her mother. As hard as that was going to be, it wasn't like it was really her fault.

She did have a fairly steady boyfriend of sorts but he only squeezed her tits through her blouse a few times while they made out. He did put his hand down between her legs that one time when she pressed her palm against the hard bulge in his jeans. She knew that wasn't it and didn't want her mother jumping to conclusions and blaming him. Some of her friends had done more...a lot more...and they didn't get pregnant.

Janine was a sensible girl and didn't kid herself. She knew the source and the reason.

Four weeks before, five guys she didn't know harassed her on the way home from the library. They all got off at her bus stop and, before she knew what was happening, forced her into an empty building, tore off her blouse and panties and took turns fucking her. By the third or fourth time one of their cocks penetrated her pussy, she didn't even bother yelling and screaming, just cried waiting for them to finish and leave her alone.

Luckily, at the time at least, her mother was working late. When she got home she cleaned herself up and secretly threw away the ripped clothing in the apartment dumpster. Now she wished she kept them as evidence to show her mother.

It took her another two weeks to actually broach the subject after her mother noticed she missed a second period. Actually she was relieved and everything spilled out of her when she was confronted. After even more tears from them both, her mother was surprisingly both understanding and supportive.

There was no question about keeping the baby. Her hyper religious mother would not brook any discussion of alternatives.

Russell was born during her summer break between her freshman and sophomore years in high school. Somehow, they managed to arrange their schedules for her school and her mother's work to take care of the baby until tragedy struck. Shortly after she graduated from high school, her mother was killed by a drunk driver on her way home from work.

So, at eighteen Janine found herself alone with a three year old son and enough settlement money to live modestly. She moved into a small apartment with the intention of taking some university classes.

Janine soon found raising a young boy as a single mother alone was more exhausting and time consuming than she imagined. Russell became the singular focus of her life, absorbing all of her time, energy and eventually interest.

Growing up, Janine and her mother and the rest of their family had always been the touchy feely sorts, hugging and kissing one another for no apparent reason other than the feel of warm soft flesh pressing together. She also learned at an early age how much pleasure she could get from rubbing that certain spot between her legs.

Even before she reached menarche, her smooth hairless pussy would moisten and tremble at her touch until her entire body exploded with her climax. By the time Russell was born, she was practically addicted to her self pleasure, fingering herself to orgasms three, or often more, times a day. She even felt a twinge of that pleasure when his little body slid out between her legs into the doctor's waiting hands.

From the day Russell was born, Janine was equally touchy with her son. Nursing him became occasions for her to fondle his soft smooth body as he suckled her overly sensitive nipples, often resulting in an orgasm or two without even otherwise touching herself.

Since her only experience with a male's genitals was with the guys that raped her, she was fascinated by his tiny cock and tight ball sac and the delight her son took in her washing and caressing him. Each night, she would take him into the warm bath with her, tenderly washing him from head to toe. She always ended up cupping his tight balls as she swirled his tiny uncut cock in her fingers. Russell would squirm and giggle in glee, often pinching her nipples. If she didn't cum right then, she would a short time later after putting him down to sleep.

When he finally was out of diapers, she let him run around the apartment naked, reveling in his joy and innocence. As time went on, she wore less herself, luxuriating in the freedom of her unencumbered tits and the cool air tickling the gash below the thick bush of wiry black hair above her mons. Of course, being naked or close to it around the apartment meant Russell could also touch her whenever and wherever he wanted. He had no problem doing so and neither did she.

His smooth skin was much lighter than hers, closer to milk chocolate, making her think the sperm that impregnated her came from the one of the two white guys in the gang that raped her. She had no interest in ever finding out for sure.

Their apartment was small with a single bedroom not large enough for both a double bed and a crib for Russell. So from the outset he slept with her, his hands routinely fondling her erect nipples as she caressed his cock and balls and ass. She was surprised that even at three or four, his little dick would visibly stiffen, causing her own pussy to twitch feeling the soft fleshy hardness grow in her hand.

Often he fell asleep, a hand still pressed against an erect throbbing nipple. She would take the opportunity to pleasure herself, thrashing her hips as her climax peaked while she fingered her inch long clit with one hand and gently squeezed his cock and balls with the other.

It didn't occur to her that there could be so much more.

“Mommy...Mommy. Are you alright, Mommy?” he asked softly as she moaned and writhed, causing the bed to shake so violently he woke up.

The sound of his voice startled her, bringing an immediate abrupt end to the orgasm surging through her body. It took her another few moments to regain her breath and composure before rolling on her side to face him. She kissed him lightly on his lips and pulled him close, her heart still racing.

“No, no, honey, I fine...just fine,” she gasped, a small aftershock of her climax tingling in her pussy and making her thighs quiver as she brushed her hand down his back and over the taut flesh of his developing ass.

“I...I just thought...hearing you...that something...was wrong...that you were...hurt,” he went on, snuggling close to her, burying his face against her soft firm tit, her erect nipple gently stabbing into his cheek.

“No, honey, quite the opposite,” she grinned, pulling him closer until his leg sprawled across the top of her thigh, the firm tip of his growing cock pressed against her hip. “You know how sometimes in the bath when I touch you between your legs, you say that it tingles and feels good?”

“Yes, Mommy, I like when you do that,” he smiled idly pulling her other stiff nipple.

“Well, it feels good when I touch myself down there too,” she murmured feeling a droplet off her pussy juices trickling from her still moist lips toward her asshole, “kinda like when you have an itch you need to scratch.”

“OK, I understand that,” he replied simply, followed by a wide yawn.

With that he gave her another tender kiss and rolled on his other side. This time she waited until he was snoring lightly before fingering herself to another even more explosive orgasm.

The next day, after getting him off to school, she sat at their small kitchen table drinking a coffee. His reaction the night before was at the forefront of her thoughts and while she knew she shouldn't think of her ten year old son that way, she couldn't help but daydream....

….She jumped when the first loud thunderclap shook the building, knowing he would be there. Sure enough, a few seconds later she pulled back the sheet as she climbed into the bed next to him, her naked body warm and quivering as she pressed against his. He extended his right arm so she could snuggle under it before wrapping his left around her, pulling her close as her ragged breathing slowly eased.

When he felt her lips brush against his neck, he pulled her tighter, his right hand finding a firm breast with a throbbing erect nipple. She moaned lowly bringing her tongue to his ear as her hand slid down his body until her fingers wrapped around his quickly stiffening dick. A low groan escaped her lips as her tongue found his mouth and his hand brushed over the hairy mound between her legs, a finger sliding easily through the moist gash splitting her puffy lips.

Another clap of thunder caused her to tremble again, pulling him even tighter with her left leg thrown up over his hips. He felt the heat radiating from between her legs before the ensuing moisture smeared across his thigh. Her hand tightened on his now erect cock and tight ball sac, causing him to moan lowly.

She pushed herself up to smile down at him before slipping down his lithe body to take his throbbing dick into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the uncut head. The more he thrashed against her face, the more eagerly she sucked his smooth cock and balls into her mouth until his legs quivered and he cried out. He gasped, slumping back as she crawled back up to ram her tongue into his mouth. He had not started shooting cum yet but soon...very soon.

With a quick motion, she rolled on her back with him on top of her. He knew what she wanted...needed...next. He slid down her torso until he was between her spread thighs to bury his face in the thick thatch of her pussy hair.

His tongue found the warm moist slit between her dangling lips and the inch long clit throbbing beneath its fleshy hood. She pulled his head tightly against her cunt by his hair, the scent of her sex overwhelming his senses. He hungrily licked and sucked the pulsing nub until her back arched and her pungent juices erupted on his face and into his mouth. He crawled back up to give her a deep passionate kiss, sharing the last remnants of her orgasmic juices with her before cuddling under the sheets listening to the rain pour down.

“Thank you for being here for me during the storm,” she whispered before kissing him again lightly, “you know just what to do to help me relax during one.”

“That felt so good...as always...and you taste so good too,,” he murmured while idly toying with a stiff nipple, “I love you, Mommy....”

….Her thighs began to quiver before she even realized she was twirling her inch long clit in two fingers while pinching her right nipple. She didn't resist, letting her head fall back and closed her eyes, imagining her son fingering and licking her while she played with his quickly growing cock.

It was so wrong yet felt so very, very right. She started cumming a second time, cementing her resolve to do more with him...a lot more.

She didn't have to wait long for the first opportunity. One Friday night, they ordered pizza and sat watching a movie with him snuggled under her arm. When he idly touched her thigh she instinctively spread her legs, gaping her pussy lips slightly and releasing a faint aroma of her sex, a lingering remnant of her midday masturbation. She looked down to see the tip of his developing cock was peeking out from his fleshy foreskin of its own accord.

As he approached his eleventh birthday, his dick had visibly grown in both length and girth. While he had yet to shoot any cum that she knew of, he was clearly on the cusp of puberty.

The thought that he was becoming an adult, or at least a developing teenager, excited her. The thought of his cock hardening in her hand, spilling his watery jism on her fingers, smearing across her tongue and even filling her unfulfilled pussy caused a twitch deep in her cunt. She knew there was a growing itch that could only be satisfactorily scratched in one way.

As the movie ended, she pulled him tighter, causing his hand to move up her inner thigh ever closer to her hairy pussy. Her nipples tingled as he turned to look at her and she bent forward to give him a kiss. She could see his three inch cock stiffen even more, the foreskin peeling back from the sensitive head.

She parted her lips slightly and pulled him closer. His breathing became more ragged as he turned his body towards her, reaching up to fondle her right tit and nipple. She turned with him, pushed his other hand up against the thick thatch of her pussy hair then wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. After a few moments, she pulled back, her heart racing.

“Remember the other night when I woke you up and you thought I was hurt,” she said softly, keeping her hand on his cock, “and I told you how sometimes it tingles down there, between your legs?”

“Yeah Mom, I remember.”

“Well, boys are different than girls the way that works but can feel a similar tingling,” she explained, putting on foot under her and the other on the floor so her pussy lips gaped open. “Boys have their dicks on the outside while everything for girls is on the inside. When you get old enough, your cock will get a lot bigger and you will shoot creamy stuff that, when you put it inside a girl, makes a baby.”

As she spoke, Janine ever so slightly tightened her hand around her son's now erect cock. She could feel it pulsing against her palm. Russell sat silently looking at her for a few moments before she took his hand and pressed it down against her gaping pussy. His eyes widened when he felt the moist inner folds of her warm cunt.

“Would you like me to show you the ways I can make you feel good...and you can do the same for me?” she finally gasped when she felt his fingers brushing up and down in her pussy slit, crossing her entry hole and flicking against her engorged clit.

“But Mommy, I don't shoot any creamy stuff yet,” he moaned as Janine slowly stroked the length of his cock and brushed her thumb across the sensitive head.

“You will, sweetie, you will...and fairly soon I think,” she replied, gently pressing her hips forward to encourage him to finger her pussy even more, “and you can still enjoy the tingle and feel good before you do that.”

With that, she got to her feet, took his hand and led him to their bed. When she got there, she turned to him and sat on the edge of the bed, her face on the same plane as his. A steady stream of her pussy juices oozed from her cunt. She hesitated for a second, knowing she was about to cross a line that could never be uncrossed.

She cupped his cock and balls in one hand and pulled him to her with the other on the back of his head. As soon as their lips met, her tongue flicked out, seeking to part his lips and enter his mouth. It took Russell a few seconds to realize what his mother wanted but as soon as his tongue lashed against hers, he felt his cock twitch in her hand with an intensity he never felt before. They kissed passionately for a few minutes before Janine climbed on the bed and called him to her.

“I'll make you feel good first,” she cooed, pushing him on to his back, kneeling by his side and leaning forward to ram her tongue into his mouth again.

Again Janine sustained the kiss for a few moments, feeling her son's cock stiffening in her hand. After a minute or so, she licked her way down his supple naked body, stopping to suck both of his flat nipples into her mouth before halting momentarily when the tip of her tongue touched the base of his cock for the very first time.

Russell moaned and squirmed, his growing pleasure obvious. Janine smiled at him then licked the tip of his small cock before continuing down to suck in his balls before licking back to the tip.

“Mommy...oh Mommy...that's so good...Mommy...,” the ten year old boy groaned as his mother took his cock completely into her mouth.

As she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick, Russell began thrashing even faster and harder. After a few moments, his back arched and his entire body went rigid. Janine bobbed her head up and down on his cock even faster, hoping this would be the first time her young son shot his jism into her welcoming mouth.

A moment later, he slumped back onto the bed without even a drop of his cum splashing on her tongue. Janine crawled up next to him, taking him in both her arms and pulling his close until his quivering receded and his breathing returned to normal.

“Soon...so soon,” she thought to herself as her son drifted off to sleep with his head on her tits before she fingered herself to another orgasm.

Soon turned out to be about six months later.

Janine continued bathing with Russell each night, making a point of fondling his cock and balls with her hands as well as licking and sucking him to his dry cum. She also showed him the ways she liked her pussy fingered, her inch long clit fondled and her nipples sucked. While he continued his dry cums, she would climax at least once each night on his fingers at first and then a short time later, his mouth as well.

As she was sucking him one evening, she noticed the first sparse threads of black pubic hair above his dick. Less than a month later, the first watery droplets of his cum splashed on her tongue as he bucked against her face uncontrollably. She swirled his cum around in her mouth, savoring the bland salty flavor until it all dissolved.

After that first spurt, the volume of cum Russell produced seemingly increased dramatically each day. Moreover, like a lot of young boys, he would remain hard through a couple of orgasms and then recover quickly. Best of all in Janine's mind, he went through a growth spurt where his cock increased in length and girth until he was a good four and a half inches long and as big around as a banana as he approached his twelfth birthday.

Janine made a special effort for Russell's twelfth birthday celebration, preparing his favorite meal and getting an elaborately decorated cake. While she gave him a few presents before dinner, she saved the best for last, anxiously yet willingly wanting to cross the final most taboo line.

For once, she told him, they would skip the nightly bath as she led him to the bedroom. Her pussy was already dripping wet before he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking her slit and clit the way she liked best until her most massive orgasm in a long time soaked his face.

Russell grinned devilishly as he crawled up over her body to ram his pussy juice soaked tongue into her mouth. After a few moments of passionate kissing, she rolled him on to his back and licked her way down his torso to take his rigid cock into her mouth. The taste of his precum started another orgasm building deep in her cunt. She reluctantly pulled her mouth from his cock and crawled back up is body, straddling his hips as she grinned down at him.

“How about something a little different tonight?” she cooed seductively as she thumbed his flat nipples.

“Sure, Mom, anything you want,” he replied with a devilish grin, “anything...you know that.”

“Then I don't want you to cum in my mouth or my hand tonight or jerk off while I watch and finger myself,” she continued, leaning forward to lash her tongue across his lips as her stiff nipples brushed across his hairless chest.

“What then?” he asked looking confused.

“My pussy, baby...I want you to cum inside me, fill me with your big cock and hot jism,” she moaned as she raised her hips and reached behind her to wrap her fingers around his throbbing cock.

“Oh Mommy,” he gasped as she rubbed the sensitive head of his dick back and forth a few times in her warm slick pussy slit.

Russell's eye widened as he felt the head of his cock press against the tight moist entry to his mother's cunt canal. She balanced herself with her hands on his chest and ever so slowly she lowered herself down over him, engulfing his cock with the tight walls of her pulsing pussy.

He looked up to see her eyes were closed and she was lightly biting her lower lip. It seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute until she had taken every bit of his cock inside her. She stopped, opened her eyes and smiled down at him.

“Now...fuck me...fuck me...like a two bit whore...hard...fast...cum in me...deep in me,” she growled as she began rotating her hips on his dick, “fuck your Mommy...fuck me.”

Russell thrust his hips up causing his mother to moan her pleasure. She started riding him slowly at first, rising until the head of his cock barely remained inside her cunt then lowering herself until her clit ground against his pubic bone. He pulled and pinched her stiff nipples while thrusting up into her as hard as he could. His first orgasm didn't take long at all.

“Mommy...Mommy...I'm...I'm cumming....Mommy,” he cried out as Janine felt the initial spurts of her son's warm cum splash against the deep recesses of her cunt for the very first time.

“Fuck me, baby...fill me...fuck me...,” she encouraged him loudly even as his first orgasm inside her cunt crested.

She clamped her cunt canal around his dick and kept riding him, knowing full well from all the times she sucked him that he would remain hard through at least one more orgasm. She alternated between riding up and down and rotating her hips with him deep inside her. As her own climax built, she could feel is cock beginning to throb again inside her.

“I'm close again, Mommy,” he gasped after just a few minutes.

“Cum in me...again and again...over and over,” she moaned, reaching down to roughly rub her clit with a finger as she rode his cock faster and faster.

“Do it...do it now baby,” she shrieked a moment later, on the cusp of her own orgasm.

Her cunt canal tightening on her son's cock, sucking his cum out of him and deep inside her. She felt his warm jism filling her as he tensed and screamed his pleasure.

Moments later, she collapsed down on him, rolling to her side with his deflating cock still inside her before it slipped out on a steady stream of his thin watery cum and her own pussy juices. They clung to each other without speaking until their bodies relaxed and they drifted off to sleep.

Janine blinked awake in the dim predawn light. For a moment she wondered if her recollection of the night before was just another lucid dream. Then she reached down between her legs, feeling the sticky combination of drying cum and her own pussy juices coating the entry to her cunt, her thick pussy hair and the inside of her thighs.

Russell had kicked off the sheet covering him sometime during the night and lay on his back with his morning hard on sprawled across his belly. A distinctive sheen of dried cum and pussy juices coating his cock gleamed lowly in the dim light.

Janine gasped and reached for his hard dick, holding it upright for a moment before brushing the tip of her tongue over the glistening head. There was no doubt when she tasted her pussy juices mixed with his jism. She felt a strong twitch deep in her cunt as she leaned forward and took his cock all the way into her mouth until her nose pressed against the bare smooth skin above it.

Russell stirred when her head began to bob up and down on his stiff cock. She felt him run his finger through her hair as he thrust his hips up into her face.

“Mom...Mommy,” he said softly until she turned to look at him, his eyes ablaze with lust, “can I put my dick into you again and cum inside you like I did last night?”

Janine could hardly climb on top of him and lower her throbbing pussy down over his hard cock fast enough.

Russell moaned lowly as his mother's tight cunt again engulfed his throbbing dick. He pushed up into her as she pushed down on to him. After a few awkward strokes, they established a comfortable rhythm. She pulled both his hands up to fondle her tits while she reached down and jerked off her inch long clit like it was a little boy's cock.

She felt his small cock throbbing inside her just before his watery cum splashed against the sides of her cunt canal. She closed her eyes and let the orgasm she had been holding back erupt from her pussy, her juices soaking the twelve year old boy's hairless cock and balls and the sheets beneath him.

When she stopped trembling, she rolled on to her side next to him. They lay together silently for a few minutes, basking in the slowly dissipating aftershocks of their climaxes.

Before she realized what was going on, Russell's cock stiffened again. He climbed up between her legs, took her right nipple into his mouth and slid his hard dick into her pussy again. She grabbed his taut ass cheeks with both hands, pulling him inside her cunt until he again tensed and shot more of his spunk into her welcoming cunt.

They couldn't get enough of each other.

He was a horny preteen just learning about his sexuality and heedlessly indulging in this new found pleasure. She, having relied solely on her own fingers and hands since he was born, didn't think about any consequences.

About a year later, right after he became a teenager, Janine noticed his cum was becoming thicker and more voluminous. She reveled in the feel and taste, especially after he started licking his sperm out of her, then sharing it with her with deep passionate kisses.

She wasn't concerned when she first missed her period. When she missed a second and began having morning sickness, she rushed to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test. With great trepidation, she looked down at the little strip she just took from her piss stream, a faint hint of color growing more visible by the second.

Janine was carrying her son's baby.

She was not quite twenty eight years old...he just turned thirteen.

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