It was ten days before 'he' arrived on July 4th. I knew I could break down my mom and get her where I wanted her: on her marital bed, with yours truly...and my ten inch babymaker. God, it was shameful, but at that moment, I had only one thought: to have sex with my own mother...and get her pregnant. Ten days.Well, you probably have read stories like this before, and the 'good guy' (the heroic son) always wins out. Well, try as I might, I failed utterly. My mom had that last bit of upbringing,. With the exchange of notes and assignments we shared our numbers and started friendship. After few weeks our friendship was very good so the first time i start touching her, hands, arms, sometimes i keep my hand on her legs I still remember the feeling, my Penis was blowing and cracking my pants to get out ha ha. After some days Slowly we started lip kissing in colleges backyard then slowly slowly i put my hands on her Boobs, She has a very perfect boobs with medium size round i still remember. She started to slowly pump away, gradually building up rhythm whilst still caressing my cheeks and slipping her hands under my ass to play with my tits. Now that was good, and the sensation seemed to make my ass dilate allowing her to slip even more of her monster in. I started rocking backwards until the pain got much more intense. Unlike me who had been concerned about feeding too much in, Julia seemed to treat the process as a competition to see how much she could get in at any one time and. Just give me a minute to freshen up ... I'm afraid I must look a sight!" she said.Oh, you look a sight all right ... a sight for sore eyes! I thought. "Okay just come on over when you're ready, and I'll have the coffee waiting," I said.I walked back across the hall and got her coffee ready. I had some creamer and sugar and set it all out on a TV tray and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I looked around to make sure the apartment wasn't too much of a wreck and surprisingly, it.