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Obi-Wan stared at the endless variations of the home gym set that Anakin had requested he purchase as he waited for Anakin to finish getting his wisdom teeth removed. Some of them were reasonably priced, most of them were shockingly expensive, but Obi-Wan could afford them without breaking a sweat either way. Normally, he would just remind Anakin that he already had a gym membership but Anakin had been obsessed with working out lately and insisted he needed one for the days he didn’t feel like going out.
Every year during Anakin’s yearly dental checkup, Obi-Wan promised him he could have one thing he wanted without asking any questions or putting up a fight, as long as he went without a fuss. It all started when Anakin was six years old and his senile dentist at the time had pulled the wrong tooth out during a routine inspection without any anesthesia. Unsurprisingly, Anakin had been traumatized and vowed never to go back to the dentist. Obi-Wan couldn’t allow him to go without dental care, so he proposed that Anakin could get any toy he wanted if he went to the dentist every year and it has continued that way ever since. Regardless, Anakin made it a point to take an obsessive amount of care for his teeth to avoid needing anything more than a routine clean. There were times when Anakin would go days without bathing but his teeth were still brushed and flossed three times a day, without fail.
This year was a bit of a double whammy, though. Not only did Anakin have to get his yearly inspection done, but he also had to get his wisdom teeth removed. Anakin had been inconsolable when Obi-Wan brought it up, absolutely refusing to go to the dentist until Obi-Wan promised him he could have not only one but two things he wanted without question. Only then had Anakin agreed to go, immediately asking for an at-home gym set as the first request but saving the second one for a later time, not yet sure what he wanted to cash it in for. The dental assistant finally came up to him an hour later to let him know Anakin was ready.
“How did he do?” Obi-Wan asked, worried about Anakin.
The dental assistant smiled at him softly. “He did just fine. You don’t have to worry so much. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”
Obi-Wan understood that she was just trying to be nice, trying to alleviate some of the nervousness that came with being an overactive parent, but the words still made him bristle with annoyance. She didn’t understand his precious son the way Obi-Wan did. Anakin wasn’t one to show fear too often, despite many things scaring him. Ever since he became a teenager Anakin’s main concern had been saving face and showing no weaknesses like he thought an alpha should do. The fact that even ten years after his first bad experience at the dentist, Anakin’s eyes still welled up with the same fear as that day broke Obi-Wan’s heart.
That was why Obi-Wan insisted on continuing to bring him to the children’s dentist, despite the staff suggesting Anakin transition to an adult dentist like most other kids his age. They had tried it one time but Anakin had bolted out of the building the second he stepped into the sterile and quiet lobby, nothing like the one he used to go to where the walls were full of color and plastered with images of animals with comically large smiles at every turn. Anakin grumbled at Obi-Wan for ‘making’ him go to a children’s dentist but he still took the lollipop and stickers the dentist offered him after a job well done without complaint. It was one of the last aspects of Anakin that Obi-Wan could still call childish, so he had no problem shouldering the blame if any of Anakin’s friends made fun of him for it.
Obi-Wan followed her into the room and was relieved to see Anakin calmly sitting on the dentist's chair. One side of his face was swollen and filled with bloody gauze, but he was calm and he was safe and that’s all that mattered. His unfocused eyes lit up as he registered Obi-Wan approaching with a loving smile.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Are you my girlfriend?” Anakin mumbled around the cotton in his mouth and reached out for Obi-Wan’s hand. “Can I see your tits?”
The quiet murmur of conversation that filled the room prior to that screeched to a halt as every single person processed what Anakin was saying to his mother. Obi-Wan’s heart sped up at being the center of attention of such a mortifying ordeal, he could feel himself blushing under the cover of his beard. The words were strange, of course, Obi-Wan couldn’t deny it, but he was certain it wasn’t the first time someone spoke complete nonsense when under the effects of anesthetics.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Obi-Wan asked, ignoring what Anakin said completely, not wanting to make it into a bigger deal than it had to be and potentially humiliating him. He ran a hand through Anakin’s messy hair to clear it away from his bright blue eyes.
“Hurts. If you don’t kiss me I’ll cry.” Anakin whined. Obi-Wan laughed at his petulant display, no longer accustomed to this sort of neediness from his son, and decided to indulge him. He leaned over to plant a small kiss on Anakin’s exposed forehead and pulled away. “Noooo, not on the forehead! On the mouth!”
Obi-Wan didn’t know what to say in response. He knew the laughing gas was affecting Anakin’s perception of reality but that didn’t mean he was an expert at handling it. He took a small step back and one of the nurses beside them coughed before speaking up in an effort to save Obi-Wan.
“Anakin, don’t you recognize who this is?” She asked him with a gesture, hoping to jog his memory.
Anakin’s eyebrows scrunched up in return and he nodded weakly. “That’s my mommy.” He said with enough certainty to leave no room for doubts. Obi-Wan wanted to curl up and die. He wished he could disappear so he wouldn’t have to deal with this.
“Mommy, why don’t you want to be my girlfriend? Don’t you like me?” Anakin asked with tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. He lifted his shirt up to expose his stomach and chest to Obi-Wan and proceeded to flex for him. “Don’t you want me?”
Obi-Wan laughed despite the situation he found himself in. Anakin had been routinely going to the gym as of recently but he was still lanky, his muscles hadn’t quite developed into the kind you’d see on a fully grown alpha. The idea that the sight would be enough for Obi-Wan to get on his knees in front of the dental staff was too ridiculous not to laugh at.
Anakin’s behavior was making Obi-Wan uncomfortable and the implications of his words were certainly off-putting, but still, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but find them endearing. Not enough that he didn’t want it to stop but enough to remind him of Anakin when he was much younger. He hadn’t called Obi-Wan mommy in over six years at that point, ever since Obi-Wan insisted that he was too old to be breastfed anymore. Ten years old was far too old to be suckling on his mother's breast and Obi-Wan had known that but he always had a hard time saying no to Anakin.
It wasn’t until Anakin became too dependent on Obi-Wan’s milk that he decided to put a stop to it. If he fell and got hurt, he’d run crying to Obi-Wan for some milk. If it rained that day and he couldn’t go out to play with friends, he’d run crying to Obi-Wan for milk. If his teachers assigned too much homework to him and he barely had any time to play his video games, he’d run crying to Obi-Wan for milk. It was too much for Obi-Wan to handle and he forced Anakin to quit cold turkey. He stopped calling him Mommy after that, referring to Obi-Wan only as Mom from that point forward.
“Of course I like you, Anakin, but I can’t be your girlfriend because I’m your mommy .” Obi-Wan pressed forward despite the crawling in his skin and the intense stare Anakin was leveraging towards him. He took Anakin’s hand and pressed it against his stomach, over his womb. “I carried you for nine months, remember? Right here.”
Strictly speaking, it was a touch more affectionate than a mother and son should be, but it wasn’t necessarily wrong and Obi-Wan was desperate to snap Anakin out of his anesthesia-induced infatuation. The dental assistants shared uneasy glances at the display.
“You carried me here…” Anakin whispered reverently, gently rubbing circles across Obi-Wan’s stomach over his shirt. It seemed to be working until Anakin continued speaking. “So does that mean you’re not a virgin? You didn’t save yourself for me?” He began to sniffle and his tears started falling.
Obi-Wan was mortified beyond belief as the dental staff stared at them with a half cringe half smile, desperately trying to pretend like the young alpha wanting to fuck his mom wasn’t completely disgusting to them.
“I want you to carry my babies like you carried me, Mommy.” Anakin sobbed as the dentist finally decided he’d had enough and pulled Anakin to his feet, handing him his sticker and lollipop in the process. Obi-Wan shushed him and shook his head slightly to get him to cut it out but to no avail. “What do you mean no? You’re not going to give birth to our kids? Why do you hate me?”
“Should we call child protective services?” One of the nurses whispered obnoxiously to the other one.
“Probably not. Too much paperwork, isn’t it?” The other replied, hiding her mouth behind her well-manicured hand as if it would somehow make her words encrypted.
“You’re right. It’s still sickening to see, though.” The two nurses laughed and proceeded to clean the recently used equipment.
Obi-Wan led Anakin out of the building with extreme difficulty, pointedly ignoring the loud whispers of the staff as Anakin glued himself to Obi-Wan’s back and made leaving that much more difficult. In a way, his tantrum reminded Obi-Wan of when Anakin was much younger and would sit in his lap, promising that one day he would grow up to marry Obi-Wan and be his husband. It was cute then because Anakin was just a child, he didn’t understand the implications of marriage, just that it was seen as the ultimate expression of love for another person. This was different, however. Anakin was old enough to know the difference between romantic and familial love, and there was only so much Obi-Wan could blame on the anesthetics.
They eventually made it to the car and Anakin promptly passed out the moment Obi-Wan buckled him into his seat, whether it was from the residual pain of the tooth removal or from his own intense crying, Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to care. He sat in the driver's seat trying to gather his bearings enough to drive back home. The pounding in his temples intensified as a deep-seated headache settled in.
Thankfully, the rest of the night seemed to pass by normally. Anakin exited the car in a daze but not quite as out of it as he had been before, much to Obi-Wan’s relief. He shut himself in his room much like he did whenever he wasn’t out with friends or at the gym, almost like a flip was switched and the clingy, affectionate Anakin from earlier was nothing but a memory. Obi-Wan could at least pretend like it had been a fluke, like it didn’t make his skin vibrate with worry when they ate dinner in silence later that night and Anakin had his usual serving of three plates due to his ravenous appetite and fast metabolism.
Anakin often fluctuated between being completely overbearing and not giving Obi-Wan any space and then going without speaking to Obi-Wan for days at a time. It was one of the things Obi-Wan was dreading in the years leading up to Anakin becoming a teenager. Everyone would tell him how frustrating the teenage years were, and while that was true, none of them told him just how lonely it could get as well. Anakin used to idolize Obi-Wan and seek him out often, telling him about his day and what made him laugh, what made him angry, what surprised him that day. These days, though, Obi-Wan was lucky to get a smile and a summary of his week. Even when Anakin was in Obi-Wan’s space he was usually silent, either texting friends on his phone or scrolling through social media.
Later that night, as Obi-Wan was finishing getting ready for bed by applying his night cream, the door to his room opened ever so slightly the way it did every so often. Anakin’s eye was visible through the crack in the door and Obi-Wan tried his hardest to ignore him. It was a habit of his ever since Obi-Wan stopped allowing him to sleep in his room. Anakin would take a peek into Obi-Wan’s room as he was getting ready for bed and Obi-Wan always thought it was his way of reassuring him that his mom was still there, at least that’s what Obi-Wan told himself.
This time, though, Anakin entered Obi-Wan’s room instead of leaving the door open a crack. His bare feet lightly slapped against the hardwood floor as he made his way to Obi-Wan’s side, staring at him through the mirror of the vanity with an intensity in his gaze that Obi-Wan refused to examine for the sake of his sanity.
“I decided what I want for my second choice,” Anakin declared as Obi-Wan turned around. He was close enough that if Obi-Wan took a step forward their bodies would be pressed together, but he had nowhere to step back with his vanity pressing against his ass. Anakin’s eyebrows were knitted together and he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip as if he was worried that Obi-Wan would say no, despite the entire point being that Obi-Wan couldn’t say no.
Obi-Wan gently pushed Anakin back to reclaim some of his space before responding. “What is it, honey? You don’t have to be nervous.”
Anakin hesitated before speaking as if he didn’t quite trust Obi-Wan’s words at face value. “I want to sleep in here. With you.”
The speed at which he spat the words out almost made them indecipherable, but Obi-Wan barely managed to register them. Anakin’s shoulders were tense in anticipation of Obi-Wan’s rejection, with good reason. Obi-Wan’s heart sped up at the suggestion and even though he promised Anakin could have anything he wanted without question, this was beyond the scope of what he ever imagined or planned to provide for him. Something must’ve shown on his face that he didn’t think it was a good idea because Anakin’s shoulders immediately deflated and his head tilted downwards.
“Do you even love me anymore?” He whispered before looking up at Obi-Wan with hurt etched across every line of his face. His Adam's apple bobbed as if he was choking back more words.
Obi-Wan felt taken aback by the question. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he loved Anakin. Everything he had done since the moment his pregnancy test came back positive was for his son’s sake. He should feel angry at the utter disregard Anakin had for all of his efforts but all he could feel when looking into the forlorn gaze of his only child was a feeling of deep-rooted desperation. It was nothing like the frenzied, almost comedic tears he let out at the dentist. His expression screamed that he truly felt as though his mother didn’t love him.
“ Of course I love you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan placed a gentle hand on Anakin’s bicep and the young alpha flinched slightly at the touch. “What gave you the idea that I didn’t?”
“You took away everything I loved to do with you. You stopped letting me sit in your lap. You stopped letting me sleep in your room. You forced me to stop drinking your milk.” Anakin angrily swiped away at his tears. “You don’t even hug me unless it’s my birthday. It’s like you stopped loving me once I was no longer small and cute.”
Obi-Wan’s heart broke as Anakin divulged his feelings to him. He had no idea his precious baby boy felt that way. Everything he listed had stopped because Obi-Wan didn’t want Anakin to develop a complex , he didn’t want Anakin to grow into those alphas who became too dependent on their mothers well into adulthood. He stopped hugging Anakin as much as he had because all of his friends told him stories of their teenagers pushing them away from hugs and Obi-Wan wasn’t strong enough to deal with the sting of rejection. All of the things he had done for the betterment of Anakin only served to backfire and make him feel unloved by the person who loved him the most.
Obi-Wan pulled Anakin in for a hug, who had to hunch over slightly since he was already taller than Obi-Wan and would only continue to grow as he settled into his alphahood. “I love you more than anything in the world, my little alpha. I’m sorry I didn’t make that more clear. You can sleep here for tonight if you’d like to.”
Obi-Wan pulled away from the hug and cupped Anakin’s face before squeezing his still-round cheeks. Anakin had shed virtually every trace of baby fat from his body by that point but the stubborn flesh of his cheeks still remained, painting his face with a joyful air of youth. He smiled at Obi-Wan in return and promptly began to undress until he was only in his checkered boxers, his white shirt and threadbare shorts lay forgotten on the floor.
“You know I don’t like sleeping with clothes on.” He smiled shyly when Obi-Wan raised a disapproving brow at him. That much was true, however. Even as a kid Anakin hated wearing his onesies and pajamas. Whenever Obi-Wan went to pick up Anakin’s laundry that was haphazardly thrown across his room as the teenage alpha slept in on weekends, he noted that Anakin still kept the habit of sleeping in only his underwear as his feet peeked out from the too-small blanket he refused to part with.
Too tired to put up a fight, Obi-Wan let Anakin stay undressed as they both slid into bed. They stayed a respectable distance from each other, still too unaccustomed to the abandoned routine of sleeping together to jump into it so earnestly. Obi-Wan lay on his back with his eyes closed when he felt Anakin shift on his side to face him. He reached out and splayed his large hand across Obi-Wan’s stomach the way he had earlier in the day at the dentist and Obi-Wan froze at the familiarity of it.
“Thank you, Mommy,” Anakin whispered before falling asleep. The small smile that graced his son’s handsome face was enough for Obi-Wan to disregard his worries and consider it a worthwhile trade-off. He fell asleep soon after, with his own hand resting atop Anakin’s larger one.
Obi-Wan woke up the next day with Anakin pressed against him, snoring against his neck. He blinked blearily to wake himself up and came to find that the hand Anakin had splayed against his stomach somehow migrated down to his groin where it was now cupped against his pussy. Much to his dismay, Obi-Wan could feel the evidence of his arousal against his thighs that Anakin’s hands had elicited from him. Despite the innocent and unintentional nature of the touch, it was still Obi-Wan’s pussy, his most intimate area.
Obi-Wan rushed to get up, his heart stammering in his chest. Anakin stayed asleep as Obi-Wan inspected his hands and his stomach lurched when he saw that trace amounts of slick had leaked through his panties and onto Anakin’s fingertips. He quickly wiped them with the outside of his shirt before rushing to take a shower, trying his best to wash away his transgressions.
The following week passed without any issues. On the flip side, Anakin had been more open and affectionate with Obi-Wan since that night. Every day when he came home from school, he would pull Obi-Wan into a hug and tell him about his day the way he would when he was younger. The difference was astounding, seeing just how affectionate Anakin was now that his doubt about Obi-Wan not loving him had been alleviated.
At times he would request more than one hug a day, hugging Obi-Wan after finishing up his workout in his newly acquired at-home gym, which would leave Obi-Wan lightheaded from the influx of alpha pheromones he exuded.
On a particular night when Obi-Wan was at his wit's end, his pussy too wet to ignore, the door to his room opened slowly just as he was beginning to run his fingers through the folds of his cunt. Anakin sauntered in with his blanket in tow, the same one he’s had since he was a little boy. His hair was tousled from sleep and he carried an air of anxiety as his shoulders were tense. Belatedly, Obi-Wan realized that Anakin’s raging erection was fully sticking out through the fly of his boxer, standing tall and proud despite the turmoil of the alpha it was attached to. Obi-Wan didn’t get much time to process the situation and the sheer size of his dick before Anakin started speaking.
“Mommy, I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in here tonight?” Anakin asked with a sniffle, not making any reference to his exposed genitalia, though Obi-Wan supposed he was so used to waking up with a hard-on that he didn’t think twice about it.
If he ignored the sight of his son’s raging cock pointing towards him like a heat-seeking missile, Obi-Wan could picture Anakin being seven years old again and waking up in the middle of the night to join him in bed after a nightmare. The image made his heart constrict knowing how Anakin thought Obi-Wan no longer loved him like he loved him then. He subtly removed his fingers from his cunt with the aid of his blanket as cover and gestured for Anakin to get into bed, who happily obliged in return.
Anakin hurriedly cuddled against his mother’s side, letting out small whimpers every so often until he lulled himself to sleep. Obi-Wan stiffened at the feel of Anakin’s erection pressed against his bare thigh. He was conflicted in his decision to allow Anakin to sleep with him so readily, and in the state he was in no less. On one hand, Obi-Wan wanted to comfort Anakin in his time of need and prove to him that he still loved him just as much as he did when he was young. On the other hand, under no circumstance should Obi-Wan know how his son’s erect cock felt against his bare skin, steadily leaking precum and borderline branding Obi-Wan with the heat that it radiated.
The levels of shame Obi-Wan felt at that moment were unprecedented as he only seemed to get wetter. It had nothing to do with Anakin, Obi-Wan argued to himself, but rather the feeling of having a young virile alpha pressed against him for the first time since Anakin was conceived. The number of sexual partners Obi-Wan has had since then was a staggering zero, and not for a lack of trying.
Any time Obi-Wan had brought home an alpha, even just as a date, Anakin would scare them away with his growling and posturing and he wasn’t even a teenager by that point. He wasn’t good with change, and Obi-Wan had already asked him to get used to so many changes, that he could no longer justify asking more from him. From that point forward, Obi-Wan accepted he wouldn’t experience the feeling of another person's body pressed against his until Anakin had long since moved out. Once again, Obi-Wan found that his decisions had backfired as he felt his teenage son slowly rut against him as he slept.
Anakin sleeping in Obi-Wan’s bed became a routine for them from then on, with Anakin waltzing into Obi-Wan’s room and jumping into his bed every night while Obi-Wan did his nightly skin routine. He didn’t have the heart to tell him not to, not when Anakin was the happiest he had seemed in years. Consequently, Obi-Wan’s sexual frustration only grew wilder as he had no time to pleasure himself between working, cooking enough food for himself and to sate the appetite of a growing alpha, and Anakin sleeping in his room during the hours he would normally dedicate to getting himself off when he needed to.
One night Anakin came home later than he usually did these days, he walked through the front door as if nothing was amiss and wrapped Obi-Wan up in one of his signature bear hugs. Immediately, Obi-Wan could smell the saccharine scent of another omega on Anakin’s clothes and he stiffened in his son’s embrace. A flare of annoyance shot through him when Anakin told him not to wait for him for dinner since he had already eaten when he was out and proceeded to lock himself in his room.
When it came time for Obi-Wan to sleep, already in his silk night down and freshly showered, Anakin still wasn’t out of his room like he normally would be at that point. He made his way to Anakin’s room just to check up on him, knocking on the door before opening it slowly. Anakin sat shirtless at his desk wearing his headset as he rapidly mashed various keys on his keyboard in quick succession.
“Are you coming to bed, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked, but it didn’t seem like Anakin heard him.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan heard the chime-like laughter of a girl through Anakin’s headset, and his blood boiled under his skin at the proud smile Anakin gave in response. It took a moment for Anakin to notice Obi-Wan was standing at his doorway and he eventually addressed his question, covering his mic so the girl he was on call with wouldn’t hear what he was saying.
“Be there soon, mom. I’m in the middle of a game and I can’t pause it.” Anakin said, not sparing a single glance at Obi-Wan.
There was something extremely irritating about the inquisitive voice that came from the other end of the line, which caused Obi-Wan to slam the door harder than he meant to on the way out. He turned the lights off in his room and turned his back to the entrance of his room as he stewed in his sudden anger.
Obi-Wan didn’t know why he was so upset, he had always known Anakin would be interested in omegas one day, but seeing it play out in front of him made his skin prickle with annoyance. It wasn’t that he was against Anakin dating someone, he was just worried the wrong girl would sink her claws into his perfect baby boy, completely undeserving of everything Anakin had to offer. Regardless, Obi-Wan was content with the fact that he would always have the honor of being the first omega Anakin ever loved, and it was enough to calm him down by the time Anakin came into the dark room half an hour later, turning on the nightlight he insisted on keeping. There was no stronger force in the galaxy than the love that an alpha held for his mother.
Obi-Wan relaxed his tense muscles as Anakin slotted against his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and once again splaying a large hand against Obi-Wan’s soft stomach, right above where his womb rested.
“Mommy, can I ask you a question?” Anakin whispered into his ear. Obi-Wan shivered at the feeling of his breath tickling his sensitive skin but gave a small hum as the only indication he was awake.
“When you gave birth to me, did you have a C-section,” Anakin emphasized the word by kneading the hairy skin of Obi-Wan’s stomach before roaming his hand down further until it eventually cupped Obi-Wan’s entire pussy the same way he had the first time they sleep together. “Or did I come out of here?”
Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at the suddenness of Anakin’s advances. “A-Anakin, you can’t touch me there, baby.” The way his thighs clenched around his son’s hands was at odds with the words that came out of his mouth.
“Why not? Isn’t that why you were angry earlier, you didn’t like the idea of your son talking to another omega?” Anakin taunted Obi-Wan as he slipped his fingers past the waistband of his panties, lightly grazing his fingers past Obi-Wan’s sensitive clit and rubbing them through his folds. “You want me to touch your pretty pussy instead of someone else’s?”
“That’s not true,” Obi-Wan gasped as he squirmed around Anakin’s intruding fingers, reaching deeper inside of Obi-Wan than he could ever manage himself. “Baby, this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this.”
“ Bullshit, ” Anakin growled as he curled his fingers inside of Obi-Wan. “I belong here. I spent the first nine months of my life inside of you. Nobody deserves to touch you here more than I do.”
His argument was nonsensical and counterintuitive. Anakin shouldn’t be touching him the way he was because he spent the first nine months of his life inside of Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan couldn’t bring himself to argue, not after the amount of time he spent sexually frustrated over the years and especially the last couple of weeks, not after the hatred he felt for the faceless omega that held his son’s attention even if for a moment, not with how good he felt with Anakin’s fingers inside of him as the alpha licked along the length of his neck.
“I know you want me, mommy. I could smell you on my fingers after the first night we slept together.” Anakin removed his fingers from Obi-Wan and brought them up to his lips, moaning loudly as the taste of slick touched his tongue. “ Fuck , you taste so good. Been rubbing myself raw every day thinking of you.”
Obi-Wan was practically hyperventilating by the time Anakin slotted himself between his legs and pulled his panties down. “Can I taste you, mommy?” He asked as he looked up at Obi-Wan through his long lashes and hooded eyes, the same way he used to ask for an extra serving of dessert. It was too much for Obi-Wan’s poor heart to handle and all he could do was nod weakly.
Anakin didn’t need further encouragement as he instantly dove into Obi-Wan and started feasting on his slick as if it was his hard-earned prize after a long day. He ate Obi-Wan out with all the finesse of a teenage alpha with no experience and it only served to make him wetter, knowing that his special boy hadn’t yet done this for anybody else. Nobody but Obi-Wan has seen Anakin this way. Anakin licked broad stripes along Obi-Wan’s pussy, occasionally dipping inside and making Obi-Wan moan.
Obi-Wan was so sensitive from his lack of sexual exploits and horniness that when Anakin’s nose brushed against his neglected clit in his slick-drunk fervor, he instantly came, coating the lower half of Anakin’s face with a fresh layer of slick. Anakin licked him one last time before pulling away with a groan. He looked positively feral with his tousled hair, heaving chest, and flushed face covered in his mother’s slick.
“I think I’ll die if I have to go a day without tasting you now.” Anakin panted from the exertion and began to paw at Obi-Wan’s nightgown, practically ripping it off of him without waiting for permission. “I want to see you. All of you, please, mommy.”
Goosebumps rose along Obi-Wan’s arms as he lay fully exposed to his teenage son, who drank in the sight before him. He fixed his gaze onto Obi-Wan’s chest and immediately took the supple flesh into his hands, kneading the skin around his nipple the way he used to when he wanted to nurse.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect, mommy,” Anakin said before positioning himself beside Obi-Wan and nuzzling his face against his chest. “I’ve missed them so much, I used to cry myself to sleep every night when you stopped letting me drink from them. Do you think they still have milk?”
Obi-Wan chuckled as Anakin began to suckle from his nipple as if not a single day had passed since he stopped. His eyes were squeezed tight and his lips made small smacking noises as if he could just will the milk into existence simply because he wanted some.
“I’m afraid not, my little alpha,” Obi-Wan responded as he caressed Anakin’s hair. “Once my body stopped producing milk it won’t make anymore unless I have a bun in the oven.”
Anakin pulled away with a small delay and spoke to Obi-Wan as he continued to knead Obi-Wan’s breast with one hand as the other once again took its place above Obi-Wan’s stomach. “Then why don’t you give me some siblings, mommy? That way we can share your milk. I promise I won’t take all of it.”
“There’s no one to give me a baby, Anakin. You chased away all of my dates, remember?” Obi-Wan chided with a fond shake of his head.
“That’s because none of the betas deserved you,” Anakin growled. “ I’m the only one who should get to knock you up from now on. I want our babies to grow up in the same place I did, I want them to nurse from the same tits that I did.”
“Anakin, being a parent is a lot of work. You’re far too young to deal with that kind of responsibility.” Obi-Wan argued, conveniently not mentioning the fact that any child of theirs would be a product of incest.
“You’ve already done it, haven’t you? You did such a good job raising me all by yourself, Mommy.” Anakin praised him earnestly. “At least this time you won’t have to do it alone. I’ll be there to help you with my little brother or sister whenever you need me.” He promised as if he was doing Obi-Wan a favor. As if it was given that Obi-Wan would once again take the brunt of childrearing.
It was a horrible deal and even worse idea, but truthfully Obi-Wan was too scared not to go through with it. Too scared that Anakin would one day find an omega he wanted to settle down with and leave his poor mother alone in his empty nest, with nothing left to fill his days but the aching loneliness of his job. He once thought he would be able to find an alpha for himself once that happened, but now that he was forty years old he knew just how slim those odds were. Nobody wanted a used omega, nobody wanted an old omega.
“You want to be an older brother, baby? You want to be a daddy? ” Obi-Wan gripped the hard length of Anakin’s erection through his boxers, where it was wet with copious amounts of precum. “Show me how much you want it.”
Anakin took that as a challenge, not bothering to remove his boxers and instead freeing himself through the hole in the middle. Obi-Wan took a moment to appreciate the sheer size of his darling angel, it was thick and veiny and pink and all for Obi-Wan. Just for his mommy. Vaguely, Obi-Wan realized that Anakin was already bigger than his father was and he wasn’t even done growing. Anakin’s father had been unremarkable in every aspect. Obi-Wan could barely remember the blurry outline of his face and wondered how such a man could help conceive the most beautiful alpha in the world.
Anakin lined himself up against Obi-Wan, rubbing his cock along the seam of his cunt. Obi-Wan didn’t need any more preparation with the way Anakin had dutifully opened him up, but Anakin clumsily missed the entrance three times with his eagerness before he groaned in frustration. Obi-Wan decided to take matters into his own hands, gently grasping the intense heat of Anakin’s cock and guiding it to his entrance. Anakin immediately began to push in with stuttered trust, finally back where he belonged, back to where he was conceived.
Anakin rested his head against Obi-Wan’s chest as he humped inside of him, barely pulling out with each thrust and whimpering each time. Obi-Wan smiled when he soon felt the long-forgotten feeling of being flooded with alpha seed, the strong jets coated the inside of his walls and no doubt were making their way to Obi-Wan’s fertile womb. He hasn’t been on birth control in years, he had no reason to. Obi-Wan was certain this would end with him getting pregnant.
“Sorry, Mommy,” Anakin whispered an apology against Obi-Wan’s chest, his eyes squeezed shut from the sensation of his mother’s pussy milking every last drop of come out of him. “Came too fast. You just felt so good.”
Obi-Wan let out a small laugh and leaned over awkwardly to press a kiss onto the crown on Anakin’s head, reassuring him that he had nothing to be sorry for. “It’s alright, my little alpha. It was your first time wasn’t it, baby? Just use me however you need. Did mommy feel good wrapped around your cock?”
Anakin sniffled and nodded against Obi-Wan’s chest, right where he belonged.
“You don’t need any other omega, do you baby? You’ll stop letting those sluts hang off of you and leaving their scent on you?” Obi-Wan asked unkindly, working the muscles in his cunt against the growing size of Anakin’s knot but still caressing Anakin’s hair in the process.
The young alpha was too overstimulated from the feeling of his first-ever knotting but he still managed to reply, tightly shaking his head. “I promise. I don’t want anybody else, mommy. Only you. No one can make me feel as good as you do.”
Obi-Wan was happy to hear the words but he didn’t quite trust them enough on their own. He needed proof that Anakin meant what he said and the last shred of his ever-dwindling morality left his body at that moment.
“Show me, Anakin. Claim me. Make me yours.” Obi-Wan pleaded as he exposed the mating gland that had been left untouched up until that point. Anakin’s leaking cock twitched with renewed interest inside of Obi-Wan but his knot prevented him from doing anything about it.
Anakin’s eyes grew wide and his body shivered as Obi-Wan offered him something he never thought he would get to have, even in his wildest dreams. He leaned over and bit Obi-Wan’s neck before the omega could change his mind, irreversibly claiming his mother as his omega.
They spent every day for the next couple of weeks making love whenever they got the chance. Obi-Wan already knew he was pregnant from the first time but it was still too early to tell for certain and Anakin wanted to make sure he pumped his mom full of his kids, his siblings. When the pregnancy test finally came back positive it only further increased Anakin’s libido, who wanted to relive exactly how he managed to knock Obi-Wan up.
Obi-Wan was beyond happy but he knew they couldn't keep living where they were before the people they knew started asking questions. He reached out to his old friend Qui-Gon who always had his hands dipped in various illicit dealings and asked if he knew how to forge a birth certificate to say that Anakin and Obi-Wan weren’t related so they could start a new life somewhere else.
Qui-Gon didn’t seem too perturbed by the knowledge that Obi-Wan had been knocked up by his own son. “Kinky.” He said with a single raised brow as Anakin clung to Obi-Wan’s back, hugging him from behind. “Can I watch?”
Qui-Gon laughed at the barely restrained growl that Anakin let out at the question, but Obi-Wan had made him promise to be on his best behavior no matter what. They couldn’t risk alienating the one person who could offer them help, and in the end, Qui-Gon was able to pull a few strings, finding them a place to stay where they could live their lives without fearing judgment from other people for the nature of their relationship.
Anakin was all too pleased to be able to publicly claim Obi-Wan as his omega, constantly putting his hands on his mother’s ever-expanding stomach where their twins were steadily growing. He introduced Obi-Wan to all his new friends as his ‘wife’ and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that, albeit unconvincingly. They no longer had to worry about people seeing them as mother and son, they were now just a pregnant omega and his inappropriately younger alpha lover. But in the comfort of their own home, they embraced every aspect of their relationship. Anakin was his lover, his son, his husband, his alpha, and the father of his children. Obi-Wan wouldn’t have it any other way.