Mother opens her mouth as a red, hot liquid sprays from Lovely’s split, gaping neck. I watch it with fascination.
Time slows.
Again and again, Mother swallows as much as she can.
My twitching ends, and I collapse on the bed to sleep.
7
Tuesday
The room is dark when Mother rouses me.
“John. Quickly. Mother needs you, John.”
I sit up and rub my eyes.
The clock on the dresser reveals that the time is 2:35.
“It’s so early, Mother. What do you need at this hour?” I can’t help but groan. My body is heavy from sleep and sore from the exertion. Never before had I had sex so many times or experienced so much pleasure.
Glancing around, I wonder where Lovely is. Only Mother and I are on the bed.
She runs her fingers through my hair, sending tingles down my spine. “Mother is ovulating, John. It’s now or never.”
I blink slowly, processing the word I should know and understand but whose definition escapes me.
“Will you give Mother a baby?”
In this moment, I want to fulfill her request more than anything else. Like the dog I played two days ago, I nod my head with my mouth open. My cock springs to attention like a soldier reporting for duty.
“That’s my good boy.” Talking quickly, She runs a silky hand over my cheek. “Now there’s something we need first. Down in the basement is a dirty bundle of clothes. Inside, you’ll find a little–,” she glances around while trying to think of the word, “—creature. Bring it to me, okay? Bring it to Mother.”
“Yes, Mother.” I jump and race from the room.
Compared to the heat in the bedroom, the air in the house is cold. Icy.
Every hair on my body stands on end. My penis shrivels and retreats to prevent frostbite.
I hurry, moving as quickly as I can while remaining at a walk. Through the hallway. Into the foyer. Face to face with the door that shouldn’t be there. That was never there before. Not in the nineteen years I lived in this house as a child.
It’s here because it’s required by Mother. She summoned it and all the lovely things to go with it. Lovely things. The thought stirs a memory. Yes. Lovely. She was amazing. I wonder where she is now.
I open the impossible door and am hit by a wave of heat. The stairwell walls flash with oranges and reds like a bonfire is lit down below.
Something wails, a cry for aid echoing up from the depths of the house.
Suddenly, I don’t want to go down there. Caught between fire and ice, my palms sweat. My heart leaps to my throat. My bowels threaten to loosen and spill whatever contents they contain.
Mother needs this, I remind myself. Do it for her.
My foot feels like it’s attached to a brick as I lift and slide it forward. Followed by the other. Gravity aids me as I lug myself down the stairs.
The fire shadows dance on the walls down here, too, lighting up the room without me being able to find a single flame. No matter.
As she said, in the middle of the floor, a swath of fabric is wrapped around an object roughly the size of the sheep I’d brought home the day before. I scoop it up and cradle it in my arms.
An impulse to inspect it tugs at me as it squirms and fusses.
But I resist. Mother can show it to me if she desires.
Excited again, I race back up. Blood pulses through my veins and swells my cock once more. Everything with Mother has involved sexual pleasure, and what could be more sexual than making her pregnant?
The weather in the rest of the house has changed by the time I reached the foyer as if the fires from below followed me up.
Beads of sweat drip down my bare chest and back. The bundle grows heavy and makes my biceps ache.
Mother sits like a mermaid in naked glory on the bed as I burst into the bedroom with my prize. Her expression lights up when she sees what I carry.
“Oh John, you’re Mother’s good boy.” Her hands press together in front of her face.
I step over a body-shaped lump on the floor and slide next to her on the bed to hand her my offering.
“This is perfect, John. Exactly what Mother needs. Here.”
She hands me that object again, the one I used yesterday when Lovely was here. Right at the end. That final orgasm.
The red spray gushing out, covering Mother, filling her mouth, spraying the bed.
