A Mother's Offer

A MOTHER'S OFFER

Subtitle: Poured future into the Past

***I had the immense pleasure of writing this story. The idea was sparked by WritingwhatIlike's 'Her Son's Surrogate,' a phenomenal writer. But the story, the style, and the plot are all mine. And now I want you to walk in the life of my fantasy characters—to see how their simple, domestic lives were forever changed by one single, irreversible decision.

The edit was done by me. I tried super hard to remove any typos and grammar errors for your smooth, fun read, but I am still a human. So apologies beforehand if a few slip through. I divided this story into three parts, each delving into the different phases of their psychological descent, from a desperate sacrifice to a permanent, beautiful, and filthy transgression.

Love you when you read my story.***

"Face it, Andy, you can't deny this is the best solution." Laura didn't blink. "I've got the only womb that works here," She said to her son, leaving Andy utterly stunned.

His gaze darted between his mother and his wife, who were sitting side by side. Two beautiful women, yet what they demanded from him made his stomach churn in sickness.

"Kathy, for the love of all that's good," he pointed a hand to gesture wildly at his mother, "please tell me at least you see the absurdity of this!"

Kathy didn't look up. Her pretty, slender face lowered, "Andy, please, don't be angry with your mother. It was...my idea. I came to her with this request."

Andy stared at his wife as if he had been betrayed, "What? Why?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

She finally looked up, her eyes shimmering with tears that caught the light.

"Three rounds, Andy," she said, her voice cracking. "We have gone through three rounds of IVF. All failed. Drained our savings, our mental peace... Even our marriage has started to suffer."

She reached over and took her mother-in-law's hand, a look of desperate gratitude on her face. "It's her greatness that she agreed to it, even knowing the potential cost to her own soul."

"Greatness!" The word was a gag in his throat. "You're calling this greatness? Kathy, look at her. Look at me. It's my mother!" The shout made Kathy pull a hand near her ear as if she were waiting for a blow. "It's my mother, Kathy. It's... It's incest. And why?"

"Why?" He was rubbing his temple, "Why do I even have to fuck her? I mean, if I humor your insane plan for just a moment, we could still go for IVF using my sperm with her. There are clinics for that..."

Laura leaned forward with a maternal grace, yet there was an unsettling intensity in her eyes that stopped him mid-sentence. "Andy, look at me. Think practically for once. You can't afford to go through another IVF right now when you are neck-deep in loans with your startup. And let's say I give the money this time, still, do you know the rate of successful pregnancy with donor sperm for a woman above forty?"

She let out a dry laugh, "Three percent, Andy. Just three percent. And I am not even in my early forties anymore, I am forty-five. So if you think it's that easy to just go to the clinic and get a baby with one try, then you are asking for a miracle.

She stood up and walked toward him. "Honey, my menstrual cycles are still regular without any issues. And my womb works. The proof?" She pointed a finger at her son. "You, I did give birth to you, don't forget that."

Then an uncertainty flickered before she continued, " I agree, the likelihood of fertility with my age is less, but with proper hormonal supplements and you trying enough, it's a far greater chance than you have, without making a hole in your future."

"She's right, Andy," Kathy added. She had risen from the sofa too, closing the distance. "We can't afford more IVFs. Between your startup loans and my endometriosis, we're looking at five, maybe ten years before we could even think about a traditional surrogacy."

Kathy took Laura's hand again, holding it for courage. "I want to be a mother, Andy. I want a child that is yours. Fate has robbed me." The pain was so severe in her face, "I can't be a mother, but I so want to be a mother." Her jaw set firmly, her eyes burning with a feverish hope. "I know it's a lot to ask for from both of you, and you, Laura." Her fingers tightened around the older woman's hand. "You are offering to give up a year of your life. Your body, your sleep, your health... your dignity... I can't even find the words to thank you for that kind of sacrifice."

She moved to Andy, sinking to the floor at his feet and taking his stiff, cold hands in hers. "Andy, I can tell what you're thinking. I understand how twisted and perverse it is. But honey... if you have any love for me, if you have even a shred of care for the woman you married, please don't just shut this door."

Kathy's voice broke into a cry. "I know how it looks to the world. But no one knows the feeling of crying in the bathroom every time I get a negative test. No one cares that our savings vanish into a void of 'maybe' and 'not this time.'"

She squeezed his hands, looking up at him from the floor. "This is about us, Andy. This is about Laura, your mother, who loves us. And she is offering us a life that we thought was impossible. What you see as an abomination, I see as a miracle. I don't care what the world says. I want this family, Andy. I want this baby."

Andy was shaken by the raw emotion of his wife. He felt Laura's hand on his shoulder. "Andy, look at me."

He did, reluctantly.

"You've known me all your life," she said, draped in motherly love. "Do you honestly think I'd suggest this if it wasn't our only real option?"

Andy felt caged, caged by the suffocating, sad desperation of Kathy and the gravity of the maternal sacrifice Laura was ready to make. He looked down at Kathy's hands, the hands that had held him through the ups and downs of his business, supported him at his worst, and every hand he held through every silent dinner after each doctor's visit. Then he looked at his mother, the woman who brought him into this world, nourished him, fed him with her breasts, changed his diapers, and taught him to read. And the very woman who was now standing next to him, offering to do the most insane thing he could imagine.

He let out a tired, deep breath, his shoulders finally slumping in surrender. "You two are absolutely insane." He looked at them, his voice hollow. "And what are you going to tell people? What do you think the neighbors would do if they found out how I... how I banged my own mother to put a baby in her? How on earth will you explain this to the rest of our families?"

The expressions of both women brightened immediately. They could sense the shift in Andy, and they knew that the hardest hurdle had passed.

Laura looked deep into his eyes. "Who needs to know? Who's going to find out? What we will do in our bedroom, with whom we do it, no one needs to know." She said with a rehearsed smoothness. "I am a mother of a grown son, a single, lonely woman. So I decided to have one last chance at motherhood with the help of IVF before the window closed forever."

"And Kathy and you, you are adopting my baby as yours." She shrugged. "And if anyone asks about the similarity, well, genes run deep in families. People won't think twice."

He shook his head, a sarcasm at the corner of his lips. "Wow. So you thought of everything."

"We did," Kathy admitted softly, and went back to sit on the couch. She smoothed her lush brown hair. "Laura even got a full gynecological exam last week. She's healthy, and her hormone levels are stable. Better than mine, in fact."

Andy gave up. He looked at his mother, mock in his voice, "So, how do we do it? Am I to ride you like a breeding bull?"

Laura let out a nervous chuckle, "Honestly, that's the only way to do it, if you think of it, to get the job done," she was blushing furiously, "But the less you think of the details, the better it is, leave it all to me. I will take care of everything. All you have to do... is to do it."

Then she sat next to Andy. "My ovulation window opens in two days," she continued, her voice businesslike. "The doctor says things are in order. The supplements are already in my system." She ignored the darting, panicked look her son was giving her and looked at Kathy, "But we can't miss the window, Kathy. Not at forty-five. We will have to do it until it takes. Every night. Every morning."

Kathy nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, I was thinking we can stay here for some days so Andy can have sex with you as many times as possible." She turned to Andy, her voice firm. "Once we get home, I am packing our bags."

Andy couldn't believe his ears. "My god, do I even get the time to think about it?"

Kathy rolled her eyes, "Sure, think as much as you want, but from day after tomorrow, you're going to fill her. Every morning, every night. I don't care how weird it is for you; I want to see you having sex with her until I have my baby. And that's it."

He looked at his mother, hoping for a hint of embarrassment. And all he found was a calculating, serious demeanor.

"I doubt you would find my aging, plump body appealing; you might need some medicated help to perform," Laura suggested casually. She slid closer to him, her scent so familiar yet suddenly so dangerous, filling his nostrils. "I am a realist, Andy. I know I am forty-five. I don't expect you to find me beautiful. But if your body fails you because of who I am... I am prepared to do whatever is necessary to wake it up." She said so suggestively that was unmotherlike, " I mean it, Andy, anything."

Andy felt a chill run down his spine, and to his utter shame, there was a strong involuntary stir in his loins. The realization hit him like a truck; he was getting hard at the thought of fucking his mother.

Laura's gaze dropped for a fraction of a second, noticing the subtle stiffness in his posture. Her eyes lingered on the tension in his pants for a heartbeat too long, a small, knowing smirk at the corner of her mouth, men.

She stood up with a fluid grace, smoothing her skirt over her hips. "So that's it then," her voice honey-smooth. "I guess now we can have our dinner. And my son must be starving by now. After all, he's going to need a lot of energy for what's coming."

The next day went like a flash, a blur of forced normalcy that felt anything but normal. Late the next evening, Andy and Kathy drove to the house, where they were scheduled to stay for the weekend.

Andy kept his eyes fixed on the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as the asphalt hummed beneath them. Beside him, Kathy stared out the side window, her fingers obsessively twisting her wedding ring round and round.

As they pulled into the familiar driveway of his childhood home, the house looked the same, bathed in the golden hue of the porch light. But to Andy, it looked like a nightmare. It was as if he were trapped in that nightmare, walking in someone else's body toward a fate he couldn't stop.

When the door opened, Andy felt a sharp spike of relief. Laura was wearing her usual attire, a modest, high-necked, floral dress that was flowing in a knee-length. For some inexplicable reason, he had been terrified she might be wearing something scandalous, some sexy lingerie or silk robe, forcing the reality on him too soon.

But no, she looked exactly like the woman who had raised him, which, in a twisted way, made the situation feel even more surreal.

"Come on in, my loves," Laura said warmly. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her gaze danced away from Andy, unable to lock eyes with him for more than a second.

"I prepared Andy's old room for you upstairs," she added, her voice a pitch higher than usual as she gestured toward the landing. "You two can put your bags there."

Kathy nodded sharply, her eyes glazed with a mixture of unease and desperate gratitude. "Thank you, Laura. Really. For everything."

Andy stepped into the hallway, his bags heavy in his hands. He hurried past her, the scent of her perfume catching in his throat as he brushed by. He didn't stop until he reached his old bedroom, dropping the bags on the mattress. Standing there, surrounded by his old trophies and posters, he felt like a stranger in his own life.

Kathy followed him in, closing the door with a soft click that sounded like a gunshot to his overactive nerve.

"She's terrified, Andy," Kathy said. She didn't look at him. "But she's doing it. She's actually going to do it for us. And now..." her voice was a firm, desperate command, "You do your part."

She stood by the door, her hand resting on the frame. The indication was clear.

Andy was terrified, too, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He didn't say anything; he just walked to the door, past his wife, and took the stairs down to the kitchen, where he knew his mother was waiting.

Kathy watched her husband go. She stayed behind, letting them have their alone moments.

Laura was standing by the counter, her back to him as she stirred a pot of soup. The steam rose in white plumes, but the soup had likely already steeped far too long. Andy walked in, the carpet muffled his footsteps, and with her looking away, he took the liberty to check her out. Really check her out.

He saw her blonde hair pinned in a bun, the loose strands curling against the soft, pale skin of her neck. He saw the way her hips were wider than Kathy's, her thighs thicker, her backside fuller, ripe and womanly.

A sudden, shameful lust gripped his chest.

Laura felt the weight of his male gaze tracing her back, gliding over her legs, lingering on the curve of her ass. A shiver coursed down her spine, igniting a fire deep within her lower belly that ashamed her. She didn't turn to face him.

"Kathy is... staying upstairs then?" Laura asked, her voice tight and strained.

Andy swallowed hard. He could see the small knobs of her spine where the dress neckline dipped. Why did he never notice how delicate they looked before? "She wants us to... get started," he sounded stupid to his own ears.

Laura stopped stirring, her fingers gripping the edge of the granite counter until her fingertips turned white. "I have the Viagra ready in that cabinet," she pointed toward the overhead cupboard, her voice trembling. "Pop one if you need."

A visible shiver made her skin prickle.

"We'll... We'll go upstairs to my room," she continued, letting out a nervous chuckle. "It might not be quiet with your room right next to it...but I don't think Kathy would mind the sound of her baby being made."

Laura finally turned around, and the sight nearly knocked the air from Andy's lungs. Her face was a deep, burning scarlet, her blue eyes wide and glazed with a mixture of terror and excitement. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly under the floral fabric. Something about her was so disturbingly alluring that he couldn't look away.

"Come to my room in five minutes," she said, her voice barely a thread of sound as she brushed past him, her arm grazing his.

"And Andy..." she said from the stairs, still not looking at him. "Don't bother with the door. It will be open."

Andy stood in the kitchen's silence, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound. He looked toward the cabinet she had pointed to, and realized with a wave of heat and shame that he didn't need it. His body was already screaming with a physiological urgency. He was already hard.

The five-minute wait felt like an eternity. Andy checked his watch, the seconds ticking away in slow, agonizing torture. Finally, when it reached the three-minute mark, he couldn't take it anymore. He moved toward the stairs, his footsteps muffled by the carpet.

He reached the master bedroom door. It was slightly parted, just as she promised. A dim sliver of soft yellow light spilled out onto the hallway carpet, stopping at his feet. He lingered there, his hand hovering near the wood, too scared to cross the threshold.

He knew that once he crossed it, the world would shift. He would never be just a son again.

He inhaled deeply, trying to gather the shattered pieces of his courage, and pushed the door open.

The door opened to her bedroom, neat and organized as he had always known it. The smell of her perfume and body lotions, scents that usually brought the familiar comfort of his mother, now hit him with a heavy, erotic charge. Bathed in the soft glow of a single bedside lamp, he saw her, and the sight made his heart skip a beat.

In the dim light, Laura was standing by the bed, her back to him. She was still wearing her high-necked dress, but she was completely naked from the waist down. Her pale, mature, ample backside was staring back at him, as her skirt clutched and bunched in her hands, the skin luminous in the amber glow, a silent invitation.

Andy felt his throat go dry as he moved behind her. Sensing his presence, she positioned herself, leaning forward against the mattress and arching her back. She raised her hips slightly, presenting herself for his use with a submissive mechanical stillness.

"There is a bottle of lube on the side table. Apply it well on your... penis." Even now, there was the lingering maternal care in her voice, though it was strained and breathless.

Andy swallowed hard. With a trembling hand, he took the bottle. He reached for his belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling both the denim and his underwear down until he could step out of them. He pressed out a generous dollop of the gel and began to coat his erect length. The slick, cool sensation against his heated skin sent shivers through his entire body.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a shaky voice.

Laura didn't reply with words. Instead, leaving her dress bunched against her back, she bent deeper, her fingers digging into the soft mattress as she braced herself. Andy positioned himself behind her parted legs. In the dim light, for the first time in his life, he saw his mother's sex, the blonde mat on her plump, inverted folds, the swell of her heavy ass cheeks, and the supple thighs parted to give him access. The sight was a vulgar violation of everything he knew, a blurring of the woman who raised him and the woman he was about to enter.

His head was humming, his blood boiling behind his eyes as he aligned his cockhead to the opening of her swollen pussy. He felt the surreal wetness as his glans glided against the flushed, pink petals of her labia, and in his feverish excitement, he struggled to find the mark.

"Here, let me," Laura reached back between her thighs. Her hand, warm and steady, took hold of his throbbing cock and guided it until his glans found her dark, wet entrance. "Now," she whispered, "Push in."

Andy obeyed. It was so unreal as he slid his cock inside his mother's birth canal, the very one he had emerged from two and a half decades ago.

The nectar of her arousal lubricated his entry as her internal muscles seemed to suck him deeper into her. They both shivered as Andy's pelvis slammed against her cheeks, his entire length fully bottoming out. Floating in a haze of forbidden pleasure, he looked down to see his cock disappearing into the mature, spreading body of the woman who gave birth to him. It was the most forbidden thing he had ever seen.

He could see every detail now, every single blemish, the silver shimmer of stretch marks adorning her backside, the deep crevice of her luscious ass cheeks, and the soft folds of her waist as she bent. The floral dress was bunched up at her midsection, leaving her lower half shamelessly bared to him, ripe with erotic opulence. So depraved, so sexy.

A Mother's Offer Pt. 01

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