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Dark Dreams, Forbidden Fantasies	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 27128 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7

“Sweetheart,” Linda said, running her fingers through Ferb’s green hair as they lay together on the teakwood bed, “tell me...what do you most want to do with me?”

Ferb’s face turned a bit red.

“Come on,” Linda said encouragingly, “what’s your favorite fantasy? I promise I’ll do it, whatever it is.”

“I...Well, I...” Ferb began, but he couldn’t seem to go further.

“This is just a dream, sweetie,” Linda said. “Whatever it is, there’s no harm in it. Just tell me.”

“I...” Ferb managed, “I want to...make you pregnant.”

Linda put a hand to her chest as she gasped, “Oh, sweetheart...”

Ferb turned a deeper shade of red and looked at the floor.

“Oh, no, no, honey!” Linda exclaimed. “I’m not shocked. It’s just...to think that you want to, to make a baby with me, in me, is...well....”

The truth was, she had been shocked—not only by Ferb’s confession, but also by the intensity of the arousal she felt in response to it. There was something raw and primal about actually wanting to get pregnant, trying to get pregnant. The hottest sex she had ever had in her life was when she had made Candace and Phineas. Early in Linda’s relationship with Lawrence, the two of them had agreed that their combined three children were enough, and Linda had resigned herself to her baby-making days being over. But now…

Without further preamble, Linda got down on all fours and looked hungrily at her son.

“Do it, Ferb,” she breathed. “Get behind Mommy and make me pregnant. Cum inside me until my womb is full.”

Ferb’s huge member instantly hardened again. He got behind Linda.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Linda purred. “Put that big babymaker in Mommy and- No, wait.”

She turned over and spread her legs.

“I want to look in your eyes when it happens,” she said. “I want you to know the very moment you impregnate me.”

Ferb didn’t speak, but his intense excitement was visible in his eyes.

“Now,” she said, putting her arms around him and opening her legs even wider, “put your baby in me.”

Ferb’s cock was as hard and thick as a tree branch when he took it in his hand, which couldn’t even reach fully around the base of his substantial shaft. He put the head against his mother’s entrance, which was wet and open, inviting him in.

“That’s it,” Linda purred. “Push it in, sweetheart.”

Ferb did, and Linda let out a long, low moan as he pushed inch after inch of his thickness inside her. Linda lifted her legs into the air, helping Ferb to penetrate her even deeper. The boy grunted as he pushed his thick shaft ever farther into her depths.

“Oh god,” Linda said. “You’re going so deep, baby...you’re filling Mommy up…”

He pushed a few more inches in, and then he hit bottom. He was as deep inside her as was physically possible.

But this was a dream, and what was physically possible was no limitation at all. So he extended his already prodigious cocklength, pushing deeper still.

“Oh God,” Linda gasped as the head of Ferb’s cock pressed against her cervix, slowly forcing the tight circle open. “Oh God ohgodohgodohgod!”

He opened her completely, and then his cock began to penetrate into her womb.

“Oh God oh Ferb oh pleasepleaseplease,” Linda whimpered, not even knowing what she was begging for as her son’s thick shaft penetrated her deepest, most intimate place.

When his cock bottomed out inside his mother’s uterus, Ferb paused and looked at Linda’s face. Panting, she stared up at nothing; her eyes and mouth were wide open with the shock of total penetration, as though her fully invaded body were surrendering unconditionally to him, throwing open every gate to admit whatever he chose to put into her.

“I’m all the way in you, Mum,” he said gently.

Her breathing slowed as she adjusted to the sensation of having so much of her son inside her.

“Yes you are, baby,” she breathed.

He was closer to her physically than he ever had been, ever could be, and now he felt close to her in every other way, too. He knew his mother felt the same way, because she reached up and gently laid her hand on his face.

“You’re in my womb, sweetheart,” she gasped quietly. “Where you belong.”

He knew what she meant. He had thought of Linda as his mother for a long time, but it felt so good to have this confirmation that she returned those feelings—that she thought of him as her child, just as she did Phineas and Candace. And at the same time, she had a whole other set of feelings for him, too, and now he saw them flaring up in her eyes as she spoke again.

“Now, lover,” she said, wrapping her legs around Ferb’s waist as though to pull him even deeper inside her, “fill me up, and give me a baby.”

Slowly, he began pumping her, and she could feel every inch of his length moving against some part of her insides: the hungry mouth of her pussy-entrance, the tight channel of her canal, the gripping ring of her cervix, even the inner walls of her womb. They closed around him, embracing and massaging every inch of his length, as if trying to coax the seed from him.

“Yessss,” Linda moaned. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

***

To Ferb, the sensations were beyond pleasurable. He was in his mother, so far in that he felt immersed in her warmth, in her love.

Ferb felt her hand slide down his side and then around his thigh to gently cup his balls from behind.

“Sweetheart,” she whispered in his ear, “fill these up for me. Make lots of thick, hot seed to pump into me, into my womb, so you can start our baby growing inside me.”

They had only just begun fucking, but Linda’s words were already making Ferb aroused beyond reason. He fucked his mother harder, his heavy balls slapping against her wide bottom with every stroke, making it ripple.
“Yes, honey, yes,” Linda moaned. “Fuck mommy, fuck a baby into her, mommy wants your baby…”

It would have been arousing enough if it had been a mere fiction, if Linda were simply telling him a story to help fulfill his fantasy. But it was more than that; some part of her wanted to be impregnated by him, to carry and bear his child. He could see it in her eyes, and he could feel it in the way that every muscle within her seemed to hold and grasp and squeeze his enormous, deeply penetrating cock, working to make his seed burst forth from his body, preparing to drink it deeply and hungrily, to ensure that sperm would meet egg and plunge in to fertilize it. And he could hear the sincerity in her words as she spoke again, her fingers again closing firmly around his balls as she did so.

“Oh, sweetie, they’re getting so full,” she breathed in his ear, panting in time with his thrusts. “Don’t you want to empty them into me? To let all that hot, thick cum out of your body to flood my womb?”

Ferb knew that this was all fantasy: In real life, semen was stored in the prostate, not the testicles themselves. And although he had recently become able to ejaculate, it seemed unlikely that he was yet producing live sperm to put in it.

But here and now, none of that mattered. This was a dream, a place of fantasy and symbols. Which was why he could actually feel his heavy balls swelling in his mother’s hand as they filled with potent seed, seed that his body now ached to shoot into her.

“Give it all to me, sweetheart,” his mother whispered in his ear. “Give me all that cum, so I can have your baby.”

He pumped her harder, making her voice shaky. “I want...to feel...our child...growing...inside me…,” she moaned. “Give me...your cum...give me...your baby…”

Ferb couldn’t have held off any longer if he had wanted to. With a tremendous shout, he shoved his cock as far into his mother as it could possibly go and began shooting a massive torrent of cum into her wide-open womb.

“Oh God baby I can feel it!” Linda cried, and then she screamed and clutched Ferb against her as she came, every muscle within her squeezing and pulsing, making sure that every last drop of Ferb’s torrent of seed flowed straight to where her fertile egg awaited it.

When their orgasms were over, Ferb lay on top of Linda, his immense cock remaining fully inside her body. She took his face in her hands.

“Ferb, sweetheart,” she said in almost a whisper, “I can feel your sperm swimming inside me, inside my womb, trying to find my egg.”

Ferb looked into his mother’s eyes, and in those twin pools of blue, he could see everything she was feeling.

She gasped. “Oh, baby, one of them found it.” Then her hold on his face tightened as she said, “Oh, God, it’s pushing in, pushing inside, it’s going to- oh!”

It was like she was having a mini-orgasm. Ferb could feel every one of her muscles—inside and out—tense in a millisecond flash of ecstasy.

“It’s happened, baby,” Linda moaned dreamily. “Our baby...she’s started.”

Ferb didn’t have to ask how she knew the baby’s sex. He knew it, too, in the way that one simply knows things in dreams.

“Oh, Mum,” the boy whispered, stroking Linda’s hair.

And then time went skipping forward, passing through moments of the fantasy future they shared. Ferb and Linda held hands as they gazed, needlessly but with great joy, at the plus sign on a pregnancy test stick. They went on picnics and drank sparkling cider and made night after night of sweet love in celebration. Ferb would smile every time he saw Linda’s increasingly round belly, and he delighted at the sight of their child’s silhouette on every ultrasound. As the time grew near, he would put his head next to Linda’s swollen tummy and talk to the growing being inside; somehow, talking had never been easier for him. They were in the delivery room, Linda squeezing Ferb’s hand hard as she pushed. And then there she was in their arms, a blue-eyed baby girl with a shock of green hair, gazing up at them as though they were the only two people in the universe.

“I’m so glad,” Ferb whispered, “that she has your nose.” Linda chuckled.

And then they were back on the teakwood bed, and all of that was a memory.

“Thank you, Mum,” the boy said.

“I love you, Ferb,” she answered.

***

They lay in silence for some time, holding hands, gazing contentedly at nothing. Finally, Linda spoke.

“You know,” she said, “you have a lot of your father in you.”

Ferb smiled. He didn’t feel at all awkward at the mention of his dad—the man whose wife Ferb had just had sex with, had a baby with—because he understood why his mother had said it. She was telling him that her attraction to Lawrence Fletcher was rooted in the same feelings as her attraction to his son. Ferb would never need to feel jealous of his father, because his mother’s love for him was, in part, a reflection of her love for Ferb.

In a musing tone, he asked, “I wonder what he’s dreaming of right now? And with whom?”

“Oh,” Linda replied knowingly, “I think I can guess.”

***

On a beach that looked like an odd mashup of Brighton and Cancún, a crowd of excited onlookers had gathered around a single beach blanket, where Vivian Garcia-Shapiro was down on all fours and moaning with pleasure as Lawrence Fletcher gripped her wide ass and plowed her vigorously from behind.

“Ah, Vivian,” Lawrence shouted, as much to the audience as to his full-figured sex partner, “I could pump your magnificent derriere all day!”

“Oh, Lawrence!” Vivian cried, her substantial breasts swinging with every thrust. “Pump it all day and all night!”

The crowd cheered.

END CHAPTER 7
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