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Seth's Fetish

By: SweetPregnantTits



I've been married to my wife Dana for almost seven years now. We met at UCLA—I was pre-law, she was pre-med. She is a hot little number, as gorgeous and sexy now as she was when I married her. The quintessential California couple, we've been called Ken and Barbie among friends and family, though I must say Dana looks more like Barbie than I do Ken. She is about 5'9" with long blond hair, green-blue eyes, and a figure that does rival the dolls—38 D chest, and she still only weighs about 120. 

My wife gets her amazing looks from her mother, Donna, who, at almost twice her daughter's age is equally sexy. She has aged gracefully, without, as she calls it, "All that botox oil of olay nonsense." Whatever her secrets, I hope she has passed them on to Dana. I'll admit that I've thought about Donna often when I'm deep inside Dana, wondering if she's as tight as her daughter, if her breasts are as firm, her nipples as hard and sweet. I suppose it will have to remain a fantasy...for now anyway.

A few months ago, I came home after a particularly long and annoying arbitration (yes, I am a lawyer) to find Dana sitting on our chaise lounge, completely naked except for a pair of black stilettos, long black gloves, and a string of pearls. She had her legs spread open, displaying her freshly shaved pussy, which was already dripping. In her hands she held two glasses of champagne. 

"Hello, my wonderful husband," Dana said with a sultry smirk. "Come over here and help me celebrate."

"Hey, babe," I said as best I could with my dry mouth and painfully hard erection. "What's the occasion?"

"First things first," she said, motioning for me to join her. I dropped my briefcase and sat next to her on the chaise. She kissed me, a long drawn out kiss, her talented tongue stroking mine, her teeth nipping my lips playfully. Then she drew back and handed me a glass.

"I got the fellowship," she said excitedly.

"Oh my god, Dana that's fantastic!" I exclaimed. We clinked glasses and I drank mine down. "I'm so proud of you babe." I brought her lips to mine, tasting the champagne, the tingling from the bubbles adding to the intensity of the kiss. I put my hands on her breasts. I cupped and squeezed them, then pinched and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, making her moan. I replaced my right hand with my mouth, taking her nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, alternating sucking and teasing it with my teeth. My hand moved down between her legs, feeling the slickness of her pussy juices. I found her clit and began teasing it with two fingers.

"Oh, god, Seth," she cried. I knew she was nearing an orgasm, and I increased the force of my sucking. 

"Oh, nnnnn, Seth, I'm gonna come," she panted. 

"Good, Dana, come for me," I whispered. I moved my mouth down to her pussy, replacing my fingers with my tongue, flicking her clit and darting in an out, tasting her juices. I felt her body constrict, and all of a sudden she flooded my mouth with her sweet come, which I swallowed greedily. I pulled back and watched Dana come down. She looked so sexy splayed own, her breasts flushed and heaving.

"Seth, that was amazing," Dana panted. 

"You deserve it, babe," I said, kissing her neck.

"And you deserve this," she said getting on her knees in front of me. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, pulling them and my boxers down to my ankles, freeing my 9in cock, which was already oozing. Dana crawled between my thighs and swirled her tongue around the tip, licking up the pre cum, then teasing my head before running her tongue up and down my shaft. 

"Yeah, baby," I moaned, leaning back and closing my eyes.

"Seth, there is one other thing," Dana said softly. Uh-oh. Leave it to my wife to ask me for something when I'm most vulnerable, and dammit, it usually works.

"What is it?" I asked, prying my eyes open, praying it didn't involve me sitting on some legal committee for the hospital.

"I was thinking," she began, stroking my cock with those gloved hands of hers. The sensation was hypnotic. "Now that I've got this fellowship, I'll be making more money and I'll have more vacation time."

"Yeah..."

"Well, I was thinking maybe it's time we had a baby." She chose that moment to take my entire length in her mouth, pushing my cock down her throat, not stopping until she reached the base. Then she began sucking intently on my cock as if it were a lollypop. God it felt so good, and I grabbed her hair and began fucking her mouth. Just as I was about to come, she pulled back.

"So, what do you think?" she asked carefully.

Unfortunately for me, most of the blood was in my cock, and it wanted to be inside my wife, splaying her fertile cunt.

"I think if you want to make a baby you'd better hurry up and fuck me," I said. Dana smiled and sat on my cock, easing it in, which she still had to do, being so tight. When I was all the way in, she began riding me, hips bucking, breasts bouncing in my face.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby," she cried out. "I love having your giant cock in me. I'm so hot and ready for your baby." The dirty talk was spurring me on, building my desire to pound my wife. Suddenly I grabbed her and in one motion eased her on the floor to the missionary position where I continued pumping in and out of her.

"Yes, yes, Seth that's it, oh god baby. I can feel you inside of my cervix. Oh, baby, I'm gonna be so full of you. My breasts are gonna get so full of milk for you and my belly will be so big because you'll be inside me." That sent me over the edge and I squirted rope after rope into Dana. It was the biggest come I'd ever had, lasting for at least a minute, after which I collapsed onto Dana's chest, kissing her nipple. We were both panting and sweating. She reached up and grabbed a pillow off the chaise and slid it under her hips. I looked at her quizzically. 

"That's so your sperm will find my eggs," she explained. I looked down and my wife and smoothed her hair, which was now matted to her forehead. She had never looked more beautiful to me, and now that I thought of it, that was the hottest our sex had ever been. 

As if reading my thoughts, she said, "It's never been like that, has it."

I shook my head. "That was amazing, babe. It's like, knowing that I was impregnating you, and the thought of your tits filled with milk...I can't explain it. It was so hot!"

"I know," Dana agreed. "I think we might just be some of those people with impregnation fetishes."

"You think?" 

She nodded. "Just picture it," she said, bringing her tit to my lips. "Imagine if this tit was swollen, full of milk just for you, because you made me pregnant. You bound your woman to you forever with your child."

Just her words made my cock rigid, and I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could, making Dana mew.

"Is that a yes then?" she asked when I switched breasts. 

"Yes," I said, smiling. I began to slide in and out of my wife, soon to be mother of my children. "I'm gonna knock you up and give you my baby." 

To be continued...

Seth's Fetish Ch. 02



It's been four months since my wife Dana and I discovered our impregnation fetish, and our sex life has never been hotter. From that first moment when we tried to make a baby, the orgasms have been more intense, and I find that Dana is hornier than ever. Whenever she even sees a pregnant woman (and working at the hospital, that happens quite often) she comes home and we have amazing sex, each time picturing my sperm swimming to meet one of her eggs, which will swell her belly and fill her breasts with delicious mother's milk. We've even taken to renting pregnant and lactation porn, something I had never even heard of, but which Dana discovered on one of her trips to the adult book store. Thankfully, the owner has a bit of a preggo fetish, so he was able to point Dana in the right direction.

But in spite of our almost daily fuck sessions, Dana still was not pregnant. I think she was more disappointed than I was, because as much as I wanted Dana to be pregnant, I wasn't sure I was ready to be a father, that is, emotionally ready. Financially, we were more than ready. I had a great job as an associate in a Beverly Hills law firm, and Dana had just been awarded a fellowship at a hospital in Burbank. Thanks to our careers we were able to purchase a rather large house in Los Feliz that had more than enough room for all the babies Dana wanted to fill it with. Not to mention we were both old enough (I was 33, Dana still 29). But having a baby would mean a lot of things that I wasn't sure I was ready for at the moment.

But Dana sure as hell was. Being a doctor, she knew all the things that could be wrong with a seemingly healthy couple trying to get pregnant, so after another two months with no bun in the oven, she made appointments for us to see a fertility specialist. I wasn't too keen on the idea, but I do love my wife, and so I went down to the hospital with her. I deposited my sample, all the while thinking of Dana's tits and belly swelling up.

A few weeks later, we got the test results back. I was sort of worried it was me—after all, what guy wouldn't be? I realize it's a little barbaric, but hey, that's how I felt. 

But according to the doctor, it wasn't either one of us. There were no physiological reasons for us not to be able to conceive. After all, Dana was still a young woman, and we had only been trying for six months. The ride home from the hospital was the most depressing moment of my life—sitting there watching my wife in pain, knowing there was nothing I could do about it. Well, maybe not nothing.

"This is going to happen for us, babe," I tired to reassure her, taking her hand in mine and kissing it. "Think about it. We're both young, and the doctor said we're both physically fine. Plus we've only been trying for a few months. And haven't they been fun?"

Dana smiled. "Yes, they have been fun," she agreed.

"Any month now all this hard work will pay off, and these—" here I reached down and cupped her breast—"will fill up with milk." I squeezed her nipple, as if willing it to squirt out some sweet mother's milk. "And this—" I put my hand over her tummy—"will swell up with my baby." My hand went lower and slipped under her skirt. I pushed aside her thong and found her clit.

"When you're pregnant, you're going to be so horny and need me to service you all the time," I said as I rubbed her little love button. "I'm gonna have to drain your breasts so they don't hurt you, and rub cocoa butter on your tummy so you don't get stretch marks." Dana had her head thrown back, eyes closed, her breath coming in little pants.

"Just think, babe soon you'll be a mommy."

"Oh, god, Seth, get me home," she moaned. "I don't know if I can last."

The feeling was mutual. I was giving new meaning to the phrase pitching a tent, straining against my jeans. I thought I was going to lose it when Dana came, coating my hand in her sweet come. We pulled into our garage, and I almost broke the seat belt getting out of the car. I pulled Dana out with me and threw her up on the hood. I took out my cock and thrust it deeply inside of her juicy cunt. 

"Take it, baby," I grunted. "Take my cock in you and make a baby."

"Yes, yes, Seth, I want to have your baby. I want it so bad," Dana moaned. I was so wound up I knew I couldn't last, and one powerful thrust later I could feel ropes of come spurting from my body into my wife's cunt. I ground my pelvis into her clit, and I could feel her cunt walls pulling my cum deep inside of her. We stayed locked together for a minute, then I pulled out with an audible pop. I kissed Dana and lifted her up.

"This is gonna happen for us," I said, stroking her hair.

"I know," she said with a sly smile.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, I didn't want to say anything, but I prescribed myself fertility drugs," Dana said with a smirk. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. I laughed. My wife is always full of surprises. "With any luck these babies will kick start my ovaries and we'll have a baby or two." I smiled and kissed her again.

"Well don't just sit there, go take one so we can get started!" 

To be continued...



Seth's Fetish Ch. 03



In order to get pregnant, my wife, the doctor, had prescribed herself fertility drugs. The effect they had on her was amazing. Not only was she hornier than ever, but her breasts, which we already a 38D, swelled to a 38 DD, not that I was complaining. I was getting fucked on a regular basis, trying like hell to impregnate my wife. But as hot as it was, it was becoming a lot of work, and I was itching for her breasts to become milky udders, and her belly round and stretched already.

In May my wife's sister, Darlene, found out that she had been accepted to Marlborough, a prestigious all girls' school for her senior year of high school, and her parents invited us to dinner to celebrate. Contrary to most people, I like mys, Dan and Donna. Dan is a firefighter and Donna is a realtor. They're really cool and laid back people—they'd have to be to raise such a great girl as Dana. With my family being back in Minnesota, Donna's been like a mother to me, albeit a ridiculously hot one. She is what I hope Dana will be in twenty years. She's 45 (she had Dana when she was 16) but she doesn't look a day over 35. She attributes this to the fact that she doesn't care what she looks like. This, she says, doesn't cause wrinkles. I don't care what it is, she looks hot.

We arrived at mys house around 6:30, potato salad in tow. Donna answered the door and the sight of her nearly caused me to drop the bowl. She was wearing a low cut tank top that showed off those gorgeous tits and a short jean skirt that showed off her legs.

"Hi kids," she greeted us warmly, hugging and kissing us each in turn. She smelled great, like vanilla and Budweiser. Donna liked to drink while she cooked, and I could tell she was already a little tipsy. 

"I'll take that," Donna said, taking the salad. "Help yourself to drinks, there's chips and salsa, but dinner will be ready in a minute." We headed into the kitchen for a visit. Dana and I sat at the bar while Donna sat at the kitchen table. 

"Where's daddy?" Dana asked as she opened a beer for me and one for herself.

"Oh, Dan took Darlene to buy a car," Donna said dismissively. "I dropped them off at the dealership an hour ago."

"A car!" Dana exclaimed. "He made me buy my own car, and it was a piece of crap!"

"Well he isn't buying her a Ferrari," Donna amended. "But Marlborough is a lot farther away than Jefferson High, and she's gonna need transportation."

"Just why is she changing high schools in her senior year?" I asked. "Doesn't Darlene want to be with all her friends?"

"It was something she and Dan decided," Donna answered. "I had no part of it. But I something tells me we're going to find out when her report card comes."

"Bad grades and a car?" Dana whined. "I am so the red-headed step child." The phone rang and Donna excused herself to answer it. I looked over at Dana as she chugged down her beer. The air conditioning was making her nipples hard, and I took the opportunity to snag a little suckle through her top.

"Se-eth," she admonished. "My mother is right there."

"I know," I said with a leer, and continued my assault.

"Uh, Dana?" I looked up guiltily and saw Donna poking her head in. "Dad wants to talk to you." Dana sent me a dirty look as she slid off the stool and took the phone from her mother. Donna came in and poured herself a wine cooler.

"Dad wants me to go to the dealership," Dana explained.

"Uh-oh, you think everything's okay?" I asked.

"I'm sure it's just to keep me from killing Darlene," she said grabbing her purse. "I'll be back." I waved good bye as Dana walked out the door.

"So, Seth, how's the law firm?" she asked.

"Uh, okay, I guess," I answered, getting myself another beer. "I'm still on the partner fast track, but honestly I probably won't it until someone quits or dies."

Donna laughed and I was struck by how much Dana got from her.

"And, aside from that, how are things?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know if Dana told you or not, but we're going to have a baby."

"You mean I'm going to be a grandmother?" Donna squealed excitedly.

"Well, not yet. But we're trying."

"Oh, I see. You know, I always hear people talking about trying to have a baby, and I envy them."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I never had to try to have a baby," she said with a laugh. "Mine just happened. I get pregnant so easily. I mean, Dana came along, and then I was on the pill and somehow Darlene was born. It seems like Dan and I always had to suck each other off for sexual release cause I was always getting pregnant." Just then Dana looked at me and turned red. "Oh, god, listen to me going on. That was probably too much information coming from your mother. It probably weirds you out to hear me talk about being pregnant." Actually it was quite a turn on.

"No, it doesn't," I said casually. Donna reached up and grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot for her and me. 

"Here," she said. "I don't know about you, but I need one of these. Cheers." I drank down my shot, the liquid warmth spreading throughout my stomach. After two beers and nothing to eat since lunch, I was in danger of becoming tipsy.

"So if it's really easy for you to get pregnant, then shouldn't it be easy for Dana?" I asked.

Donna shrugged. "Honestly, it's probably stress. I know how seriously Dana takes her job, and she's probably taking this baby making thing too seriously. I mean, it should be fun, don't you think? I know for me there's nothing sexier than the thought of being bred by my husband, his seed filling me, having him nurse from me." The way she was talking, god, she was making me hard. I thought Donna was going to start touching her self, but instead she looked at me with a mischievous grin. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked as she poured another drink for us. At this rate she was going to be snockered.

"What's your secret, Donna?" I asked, playing along. She put her hands on her breasts and lifted them up.

"These still have milk in them," she whispered, which made my cock twitch.

"What?" I asked.

"Ever since Dana was born they've had milk in them. That's why there're so big. Dan loves to feed off of me. And I figure you'd like to, too. I've seen the way you stare at them." Donna walked up to me and unbuttoned her top, her breasts spilling forth. They were magnificent. They were rounded, like cantaloupes, with giant nipples that stuck out about a half inch.

This was a dream come true. I had dreamed and fantasized about Donna since I was in college, and now here she was in front of me, ready to indulge in my fetish. The cold air hardened her nipples and the sensation made a little drop of milk escape. She took her index finger and captured the drop, then smeared it on my lips. She watched as I licked them. I could taste the thin flavor of sweet milk on my lips.

"Want a better taste?" she asked me. I nodded, and lowered my head to Donna's chest. Her milk was sweet, thick and rich, and I was hooked instantly. I could see Donna was loving this, so I was confused when she pulled away. But all she did was take off her top and gave me a better look at the twins.

"I have to finish making dinner," she said as she walked over to the stove. "This recipe calls for a cup of milk." I walked over to the refrigerator but Donna stopped me. 

"No, no," she said. "I use fresh milk." She led me over to the stove, then placed my hands on her udders. "I need your help for this part." Gently I pulled on Donna's nipples, aiming for the pot of the stove. It took me a while to get a rhythm going, but once I did, they began to squirt on their own, and I only had to pull on them when the flow ebbed. I began kissing Donna's neck, enjoying the smell of milk and vanilla. I could feel her reach in between us and unzip my jeans. She stroked my already hard cock, tracing it lightly with her finger, making me shake.

"Oh, yes," Donna moaned. "Oh, yeah, baby, you're so good at that. Oh, yeah, milk me. Milk momma's full breasts. Oh, they're so full. Drain me." I noticed now that Donna's skirt had ridden up over her hips, and she wasn't wearing any panties. I reached down in between her legs and felt her. Fuck she was wet, and still tight. I found her clit and began tapping it with my finger, which, combined with my milking, make her tremble and sent her into an orgasm. Her hips pushed back against me. My cock was poised at her entrance. 

"Do you want me to fuck you Donna?" I asked, tapping on her clit faster and faster. "Do you want me inside of your pussy?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me. But don't...don't cum in me."

"No deal, Donna," I whispered. "I have an impregnation fetish, and I'm going to cum inside you, or not at all."

"But...I'm...fertile...oh god, yes, fuck me, Seth, I need you in me now!"

"Say it, then, Donna. Say you want to have my baby."

"Yes! Yes, oh god, Seth, knock me up. I'm such a whore for sperm! Put your baby maker in me and give me your baby! I want it! I want to have your baby!" With that I bent Donna over the kitchen table and slipped inside her. She was so wet, I went in without a problem. Gripping her hips, I pumped furiously inside of her. I couldn't help thinking that this was where my wife had come from, and now here I was, about to fill it up with my child. I could feel her contracting. I was so close.

"Here it comes, Donna, here's your baby! Here it is, you're gonna be so full up, so round and swollen because of me! Ahhh!" 

I shot rope after rope of fertile spunk into my mother. She collapsed on the table, panting hard.

"Oh fuck," she muttered as she came down, "Oh Jesus! That was awesome." I nodded. Donna sat up and headed down the hall to change, while I cleaned up the kitchen. I had just finished when Dana returned with her father and sister.

"You are looking at the proud owner of a 1991 Chevy Camaro," Dana said proudly, putting her arms around her sister.

"Wow, congratulations," I said to Darlene. 

"I told her she should have gotten a Firebird," Dan said as he shook my hand. 

"That's cause you're a fireman," Darlene said. "And that's not enough of a reason. Come on the horse power in a Camaro is way better than a Firebird." Dan ruffled Darlene's blond hair, and I noticed for the first time how she looked like a younger version of Dana and her mother. Talk about good genes.

"Where's Donna?" Dan asked. "I'm starved."

"Oh, uh..." I wasn't sure what to say.

"Right here, sweetie," Donna said coming from the kitchen.

"Mom, you changed again?" Darlene complained. "I swear, she wears all of her clothes in one day."

"Don't give me shit after I just spent all afternoon making you this dinner," Donna warned her daughter with a smile. They all headed to the kitchen.

"Do you smell that?" Dan asked.

"What?" Seth asked nervously, hoping the room didn't still reek of sex.

"That amazing soup," Dan said with a smile. He went over and kissed his wife. "I swear, honey I don't know how you make that soup taste so great."

"Secret ingredient," Donna replied, with a wink for me.

A month later, I was sitting at home watching a football game. Dana had gone to lunch with a friend from work, and I was taking to opportunity to just veg out on the couch. Just as the team was about to make a touchdown, the phone rang. I groaned and paused the TV. Gotta love Tivo.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi Seth."

"Donna, hi, how are you? What's going on?"

"Uh, listen, Seth, I...I better just tell you this before I lose my nerve. I'm pregnant."

To be continued...



Seth's Fetish Ch. 04



I had spent the past nine months trying to impregnate my wife, Dana, but instead I knocked up my mother, Donna. It happened when we went to Dana's little sister's celebratory dinner. Dana, her sister Darlene and their father had gone out to buy Darlene a car, leaving Donna and me alone. After a few Zima's, Donna had shown me her tits, which, even though she hasn't had a baby in eighteen years, were still full of milk and leaking. Ever since my new found impregnation/lactation fetish, the just the thought of milk-filled tits has been enough to make me hard. The site of them was enough to make me blow my load, which I did, in Donna's apparently fertile cunt. 

Though Donna had not planned on being pregnant, she was thrilled, especially since her youngest daughter was about to leave the nest. Dan, her husband, though admittedly shocked at first, was once again eagerly anticipating becoming a father, and Darlene was excited to be a big sister. The only person who wasn't exactly thrilled was Dana, who had desperately wanted to be pregnant, and I have to admit, I felt extremely guilty, not only because Dana wasn't pregnant, but because I was happy Donna was. After months of trying with Dana, I had begun to worry that it was me that was the problem, though it was obvious now I wasn't. 

Even though Dana had no idea I was the father of her newest sibling, we still began to fight about the fact that her mother, a woman almost twenty years older, was pregnant, while Dana wasn't. These fights never lasted long, and usually one of us would apologize and this of course would lead to hot make up sex, which didn't lead to Dana getting pregnant, which of course would start the whole cycle again.

In the midst of all of this, Dana was awarded a research grant, which lead to longer hours at work. At the same time, I got assigned to a huge case, which meant I would be billing a lot of hours, and as a result we barely saw each other over the summer. Though I missed her, it was nice to take a break from all the fighting and, though I may lose some of my manhood for saying this, it was nice to have a break from all the sex. Don't get me wrong, it's not that the thought of impregnating my wife wasn't hot, but it would have been hotter if she were actually pregnant. But with Dana and I working so much, we would come home too tired for sex, or anything else, and so the subject of babies and baby making sort of got lost in the mix. 

In September my case ended and my firm told me to take some vacation time. I was looking forward to going to Cabo or maybe Hawaii, but unfortunately, Dana was still working on her research project. I asked the firm if I could postpone my vacation, but they told me I pretty much had to use it or lose it, so that meant more of a stay-cation. I wasn't too disappointed, though. It would give me time to do some repairs around the house that I had been putting off, not to mention I would get to see the MLB All-Star game. 

One day I was sitting home, becoming a couch potato, when the doorbell rang. I answered it and was surprised to see my mother standing there. She looked beautiful. At four months pregnant, she had just started sporting a cute little pregnant belly, and of course, those amazing tits, which had nearly doubled in size.

"Hi, Donna," I said, "Come in, come in out of the heat."

"Oh, thank you, darling," she said stepping inside of the house. "It is so hot outside. I hate Indian summers." 

"Can I get you something to drink?" I offered. "We've got lemonade or iced tea."

"Lemonade would be great, thanks." We went into the kitchen and she sat down in one of the chairs as I poured the drinks. 

"Do you mind if I put my feet up?" she asked.

"Oh, no," I said, pulling out a chair.

"Thanks." Donna put her legs up and as I handed her the glass and sat down, I realized I could see up her dress, and she wasn't wearing any panties. The thought made me hard, and I coughed.

"So, Donna, what brings you here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, I have a favor to ask you," she said. I raised my eyebrow and smiled. This could be interesting.

"A favor?"

"Well, it's not for me, as much as it is Darlene. See, she's got to study so much to keep up with the girls at her school, and she's at the library nearly everyday until late, and then she has to get up early and drive an hour just to get there for ASB, and it would be so much easier for her if she didn't have to drive so far. So I was thinking...what if she moved in here with you and Dana for the rest of the school year?"

I was a bit disappointed that the favor wasn't a bit more sexual in nature.

"I don't know," I began.

"You wouldn't have to take care of her or anything," Donna said quickly. "Dan and I would make sure that she's on top of homework and go to parent meetings and all of that. And she can cook for herself, just as long as there's food in the house. Plus, with school and her friends, it's not like she's home all that often anyway."

"Well, I don't have a problem with it," I said after a minute. "As long as Dana's cool with it."

"That's great, Seth, really. Thank you so much. We'll probably move her in the next month or so." She reached over and hugged me, and I could feel her breasts pressed up against my chest.

"I nearly forgot," she said, reaching into her bag. "I just came back from the doctor."

"Everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah, everything's great. In fact, I've got pictures." She held out a series of black and white graining photos. I peered down and gazed at my child.

"Oh my god," I breathed. 

"Pretty incredible, isn't it?" she sighed. 

"Do you know the sex?"

"No," she said with a laugh. "The little dickens kept turning away from the camera. Oh!" She jumped slightly.

"What, what is it?" I asked nervously.

"The baby's kicking. Do you want to feel?" I nodded and Donna took my hand and placed it at the top of her belly and held it there. Sure enough, the baby was kicking up a storm. 

"Holy crap," I said. "That's amazing."

"Yeah, he's kicking up a storm. He must know his daddy's here." All of a sudden my hand felt wet. I looked down and saw that Donna's top was completely see through, and my mouth began to water at the thought of those milky breasts.

"You're leaking," I whispered.

"Yes," she said in a husky voice. "It's because you're here. You've knocked me up, and now my body is responding. When I was pregnant with Darlene, I would lactate when ever Dan was around." She took my hand from her belly and placed it on her breast. I lifted it out of its cottony confines and brought it to my lips. I paused to inhale her milky scent before taking the tit in my mouth and suckling. I hadn't realized how much I missed the taste of her sweet milk. I lifted the other tit out and began pulling on the nipple, like I was pulling on a cow's udder. Donna's head was thrown back, her eyes closed in pleasure as I drew out her milk. With my free hand I reached down between her legs and felt for her moist slit. She was so wet that I had no trouble slipping in first one finger, then two. 

I became hard as I finger fucked and breast fed from my mother. I moved to her other tit, giving it the same attention.

"Oh, god, I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh, shit, Seth, oh god. Nnnn." Her hips bucked off the chair and her milk sprayed across the table as she came. I paused to let her catch her breath.

"Seth, oh, that was wonderful," she said when she'd calmed down a bit. "Now, you've milked me, it's time I milked you. With that she pulled down my shorts, reached in my boxers and pulled out my cock. She licked her lips. 

"Look at that babymaker," she cooed. "Oh, I can't believe I've had that inside me, and that it gave me a baby." With that she took one of my balls full in her mouth and sucked. She repeated the process with the other, and if possible, my dick became even harder. 

"Donna, oh, shit, Donna, you're so good at that," I moaned. She smiled and lowered her mouth down my entire length. She bobbed up and down on my cock, sliding me in and our of her in a pulsing rhythm. 

"Oh, Donna...gonna come...here it is, aw shit." With that I shot a load in Donna's throat, which she swallowed greedily. She sucked all the cum out of my dick, then wiped her mouth greedily. At that point I had to sit down, and collapsed in the nearest chair. 

"That was good," Donna said, licking her lips.

"You too," I answered, lamely. Donna stood up and went to our bathroom to straighten herself up. 

"Well, I guess I'll go tell Darlene the good news," she said. "And, uh, if Dana needs convincing, just do to her what you did to me." With that Donna winked, picked up her bag and left. 

If only I could do to her what I did to you, I thought. Then I wouldn't be in this mess.

To be continued... 



Seth's Fetish Ch. 05



For those of you who don't know me, my name is Seth and about a year ago, I discovered I have an impregnation/lactation fetish. I found this out while trying to impregnate my beautiful wife of nearly eight years, Dana. Dana and I have been trying to get pregnant unsuccessfully for a year now. Of course, we've had the fun of trying, but there's also been the frustration of not succeeding. 

But there is one area where I have succeeded—my mother Donna is now nine months pregnant with my child, about to pop any day now, and as sexy as ever with her rounded belly and swollen, milky tits that I nurse on every chance I get, which, since Donna's younger daughter Darlene now lives with us, is fairly often. Donna is always finding an excuse to come over here, whether it's to bring Darlene some cookies (which go great with Donna's milk) or do her laundry. 

I followed the noise into my room and saw my wife bent over a pile of clothes sticking out of her closet. She was wearing cute little shorts, but not a top. A wicked idea crossed my mind. I stuck up behind her and grabbed her breasts. 

"Hey, beautiful," I said kissing her neck. 

"Oh, god!" she screamed, in a voice that clearly was not my wife's. I looked down at the girl in my arms.

"Darlene?" I cried, disentangling myself. It's amazing how much my wife and her sister look alike. Both are tall and blond, though Darlene wears her hair a little shorter than Dana. She moved in with us a little over four months ago because we live closer to her school than her parents do, and it's an easier commute.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to be at work all day," she said pitifully.

"What are you doing in here? And why aren't you in school?"

Darlene's eyes darted around the room. I became suspicious. We keep a small supply of emergency cash in our bedroom. I hoped Darlene wasn't stealing it, not that I thought she would.

"Darlene, tell me what's going on," I said sternly. 

"Well, it's just...I was wondering if...Dana had a bra I could borrow," she finished quickly. It occurred to me just then that Darlene wasn't wearing a top, and I took the opportunity to stare at 18 year old breasts, something I hadn't done in about fifteen years. Like her mother and sister, Darlene had amazing tits. They were huge, rounded, with rosy nipples like eraser nubs. 

"Are all your bras in the wash or something?" I asked, confused. 

"No, they're...too small," she said. She was blushing almost as pink as her nipples.

"Too small?" I asked. 

"Yeah, lately they've been getting bigger. I've gone from a C to a D and now I think I'm a double D, and I know that's about what Dana is, so I figured I'd borrow one from her until I get money from Mom and Dad to buy new ones cause my old ones are just too tight on them."

The sight of those huge tits on a teenager were mesmerizing, and now that she mentioned it, I had noticed her shirts becoming tighter over the last few months. I also noticed they were red from where her bras cut into her skin. Poor kid, I thought. Those tits should only be loved.

"Well, Dana keeps her bras in the dresser," I said. I walked over to it and handed Darlene a plain black bra. She slipped it on and tried to hook it. 

"Oh, can you do it?" she asked frustrated. Saying nothing I stood behind her and tried my best, but it was no use.

"I think you're a bit bigger than your sister," I said, trying to hide the leering tone in my voice. I was so close to her I was sure she could feel my erection. 

"Shit, I was afraid of that." She slipped the bra off and stared at her breasts in the mirror. I did the same.

"I just can't understand why they keep growing," she said puzzled. "I think there might be something wrong with me."

"Just because you have big breasts?" I asked incredulously. "Trust me, guys love big breasts."

"It's not just that. But sometimes they...oh no." Darlene's hands flew up to her breasts and she ran into our bathroom. I followed. She was looking bent over looking for a towel in our linen closet.

"Darlene, what is it?" I asked concerned. I bent down and turned Darlene to face me. I looked down and saw a white substance seeping between Darlene's fingers. It couldn't be, could it?

"See, this is why I think something is wrong with me," she cried, sounding near tears. "They leak pus or something. It's so gross—no guys are ever gonna want to suck on them. I probably have cancer or something." I smiled at her naïveté. 

"Darlene," I said, looking her in the eye. "Trust me, there is nothing wrong with your breasts. What you're doing is called lactating. You're making breast milk, like your mom's doing."

"But...how?" Darlene asked. "I'm not pregnant."

"Well," I began, trying to remember what Dana and Donna had said about it. "Sometimes women lactate as a reaction to certain medications. Are you on birth control?"

"Yeah," she said slowly.

"Well, there you go. Some women react to the hormones in birth control, and their breasts grow, and some lactate. In your case it was both, but there's nothing wrong with you sweetie." Darlene's tears dried up and she smiled at me for the first time all afternoon. I took her hands away from her breasts. The milk was still leaking out of them in a slow, steady stream that pooled on the tile floor. I decided to take another risk.

"Besides, you're wrong about no guy wanting to suck on your tits." With that I lowered my mouth to her waiting bud and sucked. 

"Oh," she gasped, but made no move to stop me, not that she could have since I had her hands in mine. Darlene's milk was thin—I could tell she hadn't been producing long—but sweet, and I drank it greedily. When I was sure she wouldn't slap me away, I let go of her hand and began to milk the opposite tit. 

"Oh, god, Seth," Darlene moaned as I chewed and pulled the milk out of her breasts. I could feel my cock straining against my pants, but I fought my urges. I couldn't fuck this innocent kid, could I? More importantly, did she want me to? 

I got my answer when I looked down and saw a wet spot on Darlene's shorts. Not only was she leaking from her pussy, but the flow from her breasts increased. They must have missed my mouth because Darlene reached up and shoved her tit back in. Christ the girl was horny as hell. There was no turning back now. I was going to fuck my wife's sister, and the thought turned me on completely.

I eased her down on the tile and unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down over her perfect ass and legs. I spread her legs and stared the pussy before me. The clit was engorged, peaking through the outer lips, which were slightly puffy and slick with the juice that teenage girls can produce so readily. What a sight! At this point Darlene was wet from head to toe—milk on her tits and belly, slick juices on her pussy, and a thin sheen of sweat every where else. I lifted my shirt up over my head and she swallowed hard at the sight of my pecs. I then licked my lips and then stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy.

It had been so long since I had the taste of teenage pussy, and how I had missed it. She tasted so sweet and innocent, yet ripe and ready to be fucked at the same time. My tongue ran along her slip before flicking over her clit.

"Oh, god, nnnn, oh Seth," Darlene cried as I drank her into an orgasm. God how I wanted to fuck her. 

I removed my jeans and kneeled over Darlene. I squirted her milk onto my cock and jacked it a few times, not because it needed it, but because I wanted her to see what I was going to put in her.

"Darlene, have you ever had sex before?" I asked as I continued playing with her nipple.

"Once," she answered breathlessly. "Last year with a guy from school. My dad caught us. That's why he wanted me to go to Marlborough—he was afraid I would get pregnant like mom did."

"Well, you're on the pill, so there's no danger of that," I said. "But I think it's more exciting when a girl is unprotected, when she wants to get pregnant. It's a little game your sister and I play, and I'm gonna play it with you, okay?"

Darlene nodded uncertainly. "Okay." 

"Do you want this cock, Darlene?" I asked. She nodded, and put her mouth on the tip, licking off the pre cum and the milk. I shuddered. Talent runs in the family.

"Do you want this cock inside of your pussy?" I twisted her nipple, sending even more milk flying out across her torso. Some of it ran down into her slit, making me smile. I flipped over into a 69 and drank the milk from her slit. Mixed with her milk, her pussy tasted even sweeter, like a smoothie. I was worried I would blow my load down her throat, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth quickly and positioned myself between her thighs. I teased her clit with the head of my cock.

"Are you ready, Darlene?" I asked. She nodded. I pushed the head into her. Shit she was tight. I inched myself in and continued milking Darlene's breasts so she wouldn't feel the pain. I was about halfway in, when I withdrew, and sank more of my length inside of her. Darlene cried out in, and I went back to suckling her tits. She put her arms around my neck and held on as I pumped in and out of her.

"You're so ready for me, baby," I whispered into Darlene's ear. "I'm the first real man inside your teenage cut. Can you feel me stretching your pussy walls?"

"Oh, yes, you feel so good," Darlene cried. She wrapped her legs around me, urging me deeper, which I wanted to go, but not yet.

"You're hot and wet and in heat," I continued my dirty talk. "You're in heat, which means your body is craving sperm to fertilize you and make you pregnant. Your body wants it, little girl. Your tits are milky and ready for babies and all that's missing is my hot spunk inside you. Do you want it? Do you want me to make a baby in you?"

Darlene was gone by this point, panting and moaning and rutting back on my cock.

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, I want a baby." I didn't know if she meant it or not, but just those words and her tight pussy were enough.

"You naughty girl," I admonished playfully biting on her tits. "I'm your sister's husband and here you are begging me to knock you up."

"Yes," she cried. "Yes, do it, knock me up, make me your pregnant slut. I want to have your baby! Come in me and make a baby!" Her pussy contracted in an orgasm, pulling my cock deeper inside of her until I felt a pinch. I looked down. I was all the way in. that must mean that pinch I felt was her cervix.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, baby, I'm all the way inside you now. I'm in your cervix. Do you know that that means? That means I'm right up against your uterus. I'm gonna blow my load directly inside and fertilize whatever little eggs are in there, and then you're gonna be so full of me. You're gonna be full up with a baby just like your mom."

"And will you fuck me then?" she asked panting. "Will you fuck me when I'm so full of your baby I can't move, and drink my breasts?" By now her tits were spraying milk over us.

"Oh, yes, little girl, that and more," I promised. 

"Suck my titties," she begged. "I want to give you my milk when you give me yours. Nnnnn, oh god, I'm gonna come. Seth, come in me and give me a baby." I reached down and took the nub in my mouth just as her pussy walls contracted, making my cock jerk and shoot my load directing into her uterus. I must have come at least a cup in her. I pulled out and looked down at Dana's little sister. She was soaked, and I thought she had never looked sexier. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet and began to wipe her off. When I got to her pussy, I realized that she didn't have any cum leaking from it. Shit, I must have blown my load completely inside her cervix. Good thing she was on the pill. The last thing I needed was to knock up another woman that wasn't my wife. As if on cue the phone rang. I grabbed the bathroom extension.

"Seth, honey, Mom just went into labor!" Dana's frantic voice cried. "Get to the hospital as soon as you can." 

"Okay, I'll be there are soon as I go get Darlene," I said.

"Great, see you soon, honey."

"Your mom's in labor," I said to Darlene.

"Oh my god, we have to get to the hospital!" She stood up and looked at our reflections in the mirror. 

"I guess we can't go like this," she said, self deprecatingly. 

"No," I agreed. I turned on the shower and got in. "Join me?"

To be continued...



Seth's Fetish Ch. 06



I am now a father. It's hard for me to believe, and it's not something that I can announce publicly, because well, the mother of the child is also the mother of my wife. It all started when my wife and I began trying to have a baby, and we figured out we share am impregnation/lactation fetish. The desire to see Dana swollen up with my child, and the fact she still wasn't, led me to cheat on her with her mother, Donna, who not only shared my fetish, but indulged me in it, both by letting me suckle her milk-filled tits, and accidentally getting pregnant. 

I wasn't in the room when my son was born, because ff course, Donna and I are the only ones who know that her husband and Dana's father is not the father of this child. But I did get to go and see Donna afterwards. After sending her husband and daughters to the cafeteria, she offered me her milky tit, saying that the milk after the baby is born is the sweetest. I suckled her into an orgasm, and then to thank me for her new son, she sucked the milk out of my cock. 

Dana has been very helpful with the new baby, claiming that she wants to get some practice in, but it doesn't change the fact Dana still resents her mother a bit for having a baby when Dana herself so desperately wants one. This, and the fact that she and I have both been very busy at work, has put a strain on our marriage. The only one who knows this is probably my sister Darlene, because she lives with us, and, oh yeah, because I have slept with her a few times. You see, Darlene is lactating because of her birth control, and when it becomes too painful for her, she asks me to drain her breasts, and naturally I am happy to oblige, since, what with having my son to feed, Donna hasn't been able to come over much any more. Of course, since Darlene is busy with school and her social life, not to mention the fact that I am married to her sister, this doesn't happen very often.

About a three months after my son was born, I came down with the flu. I was in bed for a week, and I was bummed because I couldn't see my son. Darlene was very sweet to me, bringing me chicken soup, and letting me suckle her breasts when Dana wasn't home.

"It's got a lot of anti-bodies, right?" she reasoned.

Even Dana, who was still busy with her research at the hospital took a few days off to heal me, and sure enough, in no time I was back on my feet (and Dana was back off hers). Playing mommy to me, as well as frequent visits to her new baby brother, had gotten her in a pregnant frame of mind, and so while she was off we began trying again. Our sex had never been hotter, I thought, as I pounded her pussy, whispering how I wanted to fill her up and give her a baby, she moaning how she wanted me to drink from her tits. Thank goodness she never suspected had I done the former to her mother and the latter to her sister.

As I was headed out the door on my first day back to work, I heard the sound of vomiting coming from Darlene's bathroom. Poor kid, she probably caught the flu from me. She stayed home from school for a week, but after that she still wasn't better, and I began to worry a little bit. I offered to call the school, but Darlene said she couldn't afford to miss anymore school, since she had mid terms coming up. I told Dana about it one night at dinner, and suggested that she take Darlene to the hospital, just to make sure she didn't have one of those animal stands of flu. Dana agreed, and eventually after a lot of prodding, so did Darlene. 

The day at work I got a text from Dana saying that she and Darlene were going over to their parents for dinner that night and they would be home late. At first I worried that this meant Darlene had something seriously wrong with her, but then I realized that they probably wouldn't be taking her to Donna's, what with the new baby being there. Then I felt a little slighted at not being invited, but I shrugged it off and figured they were going to spend a little quality family time together. No matter, I would find a way to amuse myself. As it happened, there was a preseason baseball game on, followed by one of my favorite movies. I made myself a steak and potato, grabbed a case of beer and headed for my old friend the couch. 

I must have dozed off during the movie, because when I woke up, it was dark. What had woken me up was the sound of a slamming door. I looked at the clock on the VCR. It was almost midnight—was Dana just coming home now? I heard the sound of cupboards being opened and glasses rattling in the kitchen. I walked in there to find Dana with a bottle of Seagram's in on the table and a glass in her hand.

"Hey, baby," I said cautiously, coming over to her. "Everything okay at your folks?"

"Oh, yeah, just peachy," she muttered sarcastically. "Everything except the fact that another woman in my family is pregnant who isn't me!"

"Well who is..." All of a sudden my eyes got wide. "It isn't...it isn't Darlene, is it?" One look at my wife told me it was, and I got out a glass and poured myself a drink, downed it, then poured another one.

"I couldn't believe it either," Dana said, sipping her drink. "I mean, I literally almost fainted when Sharon told me that's why Darlene was throwing up in the mornings."

"I'll bet," I replied, taking another drink. I thought of something. "How are Dan and Donna taking it?"

"Well, Mom cried that Darlene was living her life over again, and Dad yelled that he was paying all this money for this expensive school specifically so this wouldn't happen, and they both went on about how she ruined her life. It was brutal. I wanted to spare you, that's why I told you to stay home."

"How...how could this have happened?" I wondered. "I thought she was on birth control!"

Dana scoffed. "So did she." I looked at her quizzically. "Darlene thought my fertility drugs were birth control, and she's been taking them since she moved in here." 

"What!?" That explained her lactation, and breast growth.

"I'm so stupid. I didn't even notice it was gone, since I keep forgetting to take them. She was afraid to ask my parents for birth control, so she thought she'd just borrow some from me."

"But you don't have any birth control because we've been trying to get pregnant," I finished. Dana nodded. 

"Shit," I muttered. Another terrible thought occurred to me. "How...did she say who the father is?" 

Dana shook her head and my shoulders relaxed. "No. I think she knows, but she won't say."

"What's she gonna do?"

"Well, I don't think she's gonna have an abortion," Dana reasoned. "But as to whether or not she's going to give it up for adoption, she said she doesn't know yet. I mean, she's not due until November, so she can finish high school, and start college in the spring instead of the fall semester."

I counted back mentally. Oh shit, the dates lined up. There was no doubt about it—I had fathered another baby with another woman who wasn't my wife. I needed another drink.

"You know what upsets me the most?" Dana asked. "It's not that my little sister is pregnant—it's that I'm not. I mean, we've been trying for over a year, and in that time both my mother and my sister have gotten knocked up before me."

"Well, that means you're next," I said, trying to sound helpful, while masking the incredible guilt I felt. 

"I hope so," she said unconvincingly. "But I keep thinking if this was going to happen to me, it would have happened by now, you know."

I kissed her earnestly just then, filling the kiss with all the love I felt for her. I vowed then and there to do whatever it took to make Dana pregnant.

The next morning Dana went out for a run, to clear her head, she said. While she was gone Donna brought Darlene home. Darlene didn't say anything to me, just ran to her room and closed the door. 

"Can I offer you a drink?" I asked Donna.

"No, I can't stay, I have to get back to the baby. I just wanted to tell you something." Donna looked me dead in the eye. "The next daughter of mine you knock up had better be your wife."

For a second my heart pounded. How did she know? Had Darlene said something?

"How..."

"About a month ago Darlene asked me about nursing bras. She said she was just curious, but then 18 year old girls aren't curious about those kinds of things unless they have a reason to be. I figured that if she was lactating, you were over here having the time of your life." Donna didn't seem angry, just sad. "I didn't want this for her. I wanted her to learn from my mistakes."

"I didn't mean for this to happen," I apologized.

"I know. Neither did she."

"I will take care of her," I vowed.

"Good. In the mean time, make sure you get Dana pregnant." With that last command, Donna left and I headed down the hall to talk to Darlene.

I knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" I asked. When there was no response, I walked in and found Darlene lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Stupid," she muttered.

"Don't feel stupid," I said, rubbing her leg. "It was an honest mistake."

"It doesn't change the fact that I feel like a hideous douche." I bit my lip, unsure of what to say next.

"Look, Dar, what happened between us...it shouldn't have happened," I said. "I mean, you're my wife's sister, and I'm a lot older than you are. But...when I saw your breasts leaking milk...I just lost my head. I mean, that's a huge turn on for me, and the thought of knocking up a teenage girl, who's already lactating..." I had to stop, I was actually turning myself on.

Darlene sat up. "Are you sorry you did it?" she asked suddenly. "Cause I'm not."

"You're not?" I asked. 

"No," Darlene shook her head. "I mean, I know you said we were just playing a game; that it was just dirty talk or whatever, but I meant what I said." She scooted closer to me on the bed. "I mean, I know you're Dana's husband and all, but I like you. And I loved having your cock in me. I loved the idea of you getting me pregnant—of my body stretching and growing because you were inside me. And part of me wished that I wasn't on birth control so that I would have your baby." She was so close to her I could smell her milky scent. Oh, god, she must be leaking even now.

"But...you're just a kid," I finished, my throat tight.

"Not anymore," she said with a smirk. "You've made me a woman." She took my hand and placed it under her shirt on her belly, which was already slightly rounded. "You put your seed in my fertile teen cunt and made me a woman." I began rubbing her warm belly, and before I knew it my hand went higher to her breast. I was right, she was leaking. I pulled her shirt over her head, then the nursing bra, which was already soaked. I stared at the milk leaking from her tits for a moment before I leaned in and took one of her delicate teen nipples in my mouth. 

The moment that teen mommy milk hit my tongue, my cock twitched into hardness. Darlene eased herself back on the bed, holding my head to her breast. I teased her a bit with my tongue, which made her shiver, and the milk squirt out a bit more. I moved to her other breast and my hands went lower, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding her out of them. Her panties were sopping wet, and I slid them off her, inhaling that horny teen scent. I licked her slick slit up and down before sucking on her clit like it was a milking breast. The sensation caused her hips to buck up and down in a powerful orgasm. 

"I need you in me now," she hissed. With that I removed my clothes and placed my cock at her entrance. I teased her clit with it, then pushed myself in her all at once. She cried out, then moaned as I withdrew and entered her again.

"You naughty little girl," I hissed as I pumped her. "You've gotten yourself pregnant and you're only 18! You haven't even graduated high school yet and you're going to have a baby! You're such a naughty girl taking my sperm into you and making a baby when you told me you were on birth control. But now I'm in your fertile cunt, aren't I? You're gonna swell up so big for me. Tell me."

"Yes," she moaned as she grabbed onto the headboard for support. "Oh, yes, you filled me so completely. I'm so full of you and your baby in me, and your milk in me. I'm gonna get so big for you with milk in my tits and a baby in my tummy. I'm such a slut, having my sister's husband's baby! Oh, fuck, Seth, suck my tits, oh, don't stop, I'm coming, ahhhhhh!" I felt her cunt explode under me, and her tit milk shoot forth in my mouth. I blew my load in her, then nursed contentedly on her breasts until there was no more milk. 

"I'm going to take care of you, you know," I said later when we were in the shower. "I'll pay for everything."

"Thanks," Darlene said. "I was worried about that."

"Don't be. I want to take care of the baby, no matter what."

Over the next two months Darlene became as big as a house, and I don't just mean in the way pregnant women say that, I mean she was huge. By this point she was only about three and a half months pregnant, but I swear she looked like she was closer to eight. I found out the reason when I took her to the OBGYN. Dana had asked me to, since she had a meeting with her grant committee at the same time. I was more than happy to help Darlene out of her clothes and into the paper gown (sneaking a quick suckle of course). When the doctor walked into the room, he winked at me conspiratorially, no doubt getting off on the fact that a 35 year old had impregnated a teenager.

He put the jelly on Darlene's tummy and looked at the monitor. He moved the wand around in several places before turning to us and saying, "Well, congratulations you two, you're having quadruplets!"

To be continued... 



Seth's Fetish Ch. 07



Well, I had really done it this time. Thanks to my lactation/impregnation fetish, I had knocked up first my mother, who gave birth to my son David in January, and if that weren't bad enough, now my 18-year-old sister-in-law was pregnant with not one, not two, not three, but four babies. That's right, thanks to a prescription mix up, I was the father of five children, and none of them with my loving wife Dana. 

I have to say that it was an incredible turn on to know that I had put so many babies into my teenage sister. I loved seeing her waddle around our house, pregnant tummy sticking out from under her shirts, and, when her sister wasn't home, her pregnant tits, which were already producing milk. Even though she was only about twenty weeks along, because there were four babies inside, she looked like she was about to pop any moment. Admittedly, those first few months had been hard for Darlene, juggling school and all her social activities. The doctors wanted her to take it slower, but you try telling a normal teenager that, let alone one that's hormonal and carrying around four babies. But to her credit, Darlene did finish high school. When she graduated she had to get the XX-Large gown to cover her belly. Now that it was summer, she was more than willing to lie around in our air-conditioned house doing nothing—not to mention that being so big that's pretty much all she could do. There was a staff shortage at the hospital, so Dana often had to work double shifts, but I had taken on smaller case loads so I could be home with Darlene, and more often than not, I would work from home. 

On those days, Darlene usually walked around the house naked, her swollen belly and pendulous tits on display. I would often come downstairs to find her lying on our chaise, legs spread, watching TV. The sight of her was enough to get me hard, and I would descend the stairs and position myself between her thighs, then eagerly lick at her pregnant cunt. After making her cum once or twice, I would poke my head around and see her smiling.

"Oh it's you," she would say. "I didn't see you there." Usually by this point one or both of those pendulous tits would be leaking and she would offer them to me, cupping them and pulling on them herself. I would drain first one breast, then the other, all the while rubbing her clit and belly. If she was up to it, Darlene would roll over on all fours and let me fuck her. I liked when she did that, but I was just as keen to spoon her and fuck her from behind. 

"Look at you, you little slut," I would whisper when I was inside her. "Look how swollen you are. You're such a slut you have four of your sister's husband's babies inside you. Your pussy sucked all my sperm out and made four babies in your slut tummy and now you're so full of me. I'm in your belly and your cunt."

"Yes," she would groan as her pussy would contract around my hardening cock. "Yes, you've fucked your whore sister. You've filled her with so many babies she can't take it anymore. I'm so horny I need your sperm in me at all times. I need your mouth on my tits, sucking the milk you put in there. Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard and maybe you'll put another baby in me. Nnnn, I'm cumming, shit, ahhh!" 

Then I would either come in her or, more recently on her huge pregnant belly. She said it was better for her than cocoa butter, and it was a huge turn on for me. 

Having a pregnant sister around the house was doing some interesting things to Dana as well. She was hornier than ever, and would jump me as soon she came home from the hospital. More often than not, I would wake up inside of her, or to her sucking my cock, at which point I would pull her up to me, kiss her, and roll her underneath me, driving my cock deep into her, until I bottomed out. I would tell her how this time I would make her pregnant with my baby, and she would swell up with milk for me.

It was during one of these times that Dana said, "Hey, babe, I have something to ask you."

Why does she always do that when she's sucking my cock? I wondered. It would be hard to deny Dana anything at the moment. I was sitting naked on the edge of the bed with her on her knees in front of me. She wore fishnet tights and a black under bust corset which proudly displayed her already hard nipples. In the closet mirror I could see that her cunt was dripping.

"Oh, yeah, what's that?" I grunted.

"Well, I was talking to Darlene, about what she's going to do with the babies."

"Do?" I asked. That bought me a few more minutes. "I thought she was going to keep them. I said we'd pay for a nanny so she can go to school."

"She knows that, but...well she was thinking that the babies are going to need a mother and a father in their lives, and she knows how much I want a baby, so she was wondering if we would adopt them."

I had to say, this caught me by surprise, one that Darlene would suggest this without talking to me about it first, and two that Dana seemed so gung ho on the idea.

"You would do that?" I asked, stroking her hair as she renewed her assault of my cock. "I thought you wanted a baby of your own."

"I do, someday," Dana replied after a minute. "But I also want my sister to be able to go to college. And we can provide for these babies better than she can, and you know something, these babies are my blood. I'm willing to raise them as our own if you are."

She looked up at me expectantly.

"So I would be the father of Darlene's babies?" I pretended to mull it over as I stroked Dana's hair and she stroked my cock.

"I guess it would be better than adopting through an agency," I said. "We'd be on a waiting list forever."

"Is that a yes?" Dana asked.

"I'll draw up the paperwork tomorrow." Darlene smiled and straddled me in the reverse cowgirl position. 

"Oh, yeah, come on, Seth, fuck me hard, fuck a baby in me. Make me a baby, make my titties shoot milk like Darlene's. Oh god, oh fuck, I'm cumming."

"That's it baby, cum on my cock. Use your pussy to suck out all my baby-making cum so you can make us a baby in that sexy tummy of yours. Oh, shit I feel you cumming, oh, I'm so close babe, thinking of milking your tits and cumming on your round belly. Oh, fuck here it comes, here's our baby." I held Darlene down on my cock as I shot rope after rope into her. I kissed her and grabbed her breasts for some afterplay, pulling on the nipples until she told me to stop because they were too sensitive.

When she hit 23 weeks, Darlene's doctor put her on bed rest. The goal now was to keep the pregnancy going as long as possible, which with four babies wasn't going to be easy. They wanted to aim for 36 weeks, but at the rate Darlene was growing, it looked like it would probably be 30. 

During this time sex was out, but I still managed to satisfy Darlene's needs, and mine. Her tits were always full first thing in the morning, so after Dana went to work I would crawl in bed beside Darlene and drain her breasts, while doing perennial massages, though I have to admit I did focus most of my massaging on her clit. After that she would suck me off, and then I would bathe her, washing her pendulous breasts and giant tummy, and of course between her legs and ass. At 26 weeks Dana's research fellowship was finally over, and she decided to take some well deserved time off. At first I thought this was pretty much the end of me and Darlene, but the two weeks she was off, Dana was so tired that things with Darlene continued pretty much as usual. 

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Dana said one night as we were lying in bed.

"It's probably the fact that you're not constantly on the go," I said helpfully. "I mean, you've been going non-stop for over a year now, it's probably catching up with you."

"Ugh, I know the late night hospital cafeteria food is catching up with me. I'm so fat right now." It was true that Dana had been putting on weight recently. But she had always been so thin that a couple extra pounds made her look sexier. 

"You're beautiful to me," I said, and to prove it I kissed her, caressing her tummy with my left hand. Instead of the smooth plane it normally was, I noticed it seemed to be rounded, and a bit raised. I brought my hand up to Dana's top and pulled it down, exposing her left breast, which I immediately began assaulting with my mouth. Her breasts were so sensitive lately that Dana could cum just from me sucking them. Even so I still reached down between her legs and stroked her silky loins.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum, fuck, Seth, don't stop, shit, uhhh." Her cried spurred me on, and I sucked and rubbed her harder. All of a sudden her body jerked and my mouth was flooded with liquid. I drew back and looked down at Dana in shock. There, at the tip of her breasts were white dots that were quickly becoming pools. Oh my god, Dana was lactating! And I had her milk in my mouth. I swallowed. It was thin and sweet, like Darlene's had been when she first started lactating. Dana looked as shocked as I felt, but we said nothing as I lifted the top over her head and exposed both breasts. The air made them harden and squirt more. I lowered my mouth to her right tit and suckled strongly.

"Oh, my god, Seth, I can't believe this is happening!" she cried. "Oh, god, baby it feels so go to have you sucking me, to give you milk, oh, this is such a turn on, I'm gonna come again, baby oh, fuck me! Fuck me while you suck my tits!"

I didn't have to be told twice. I slid off Dana's sopping wet panties and my own boxers, then slid inside my wife. I noticed she seemed tighter, but that just added to the sensation. I sawed in and out of her in earnest, and I knew with her milky tits, I wasn't going to last much longer. I changed breasts, alternating between sucking and chewing on her distended nipples. Dana was in heaven. I could feel her having orgasm after orgasm, her milk shooting forth with each one. 

"Shit, babe, you're gonna be so full of me in a minute. You're giving me your milk, now here comes mine! Ahh, here it is babe!" I held Dana's hips against my cock as I blew my load in her pussy, then collapsed against those wonderful milky breasts.

When I caught my breath, I looked down at my wife.

"I can't believe that happened," I said.

"I know, that was so random."

"You know how girls get their periods at the same time when they're around each other? Maybe it's the same thing with lactation." I was only half joking, but Dana smacked me in the head anyway. 

"But seriously, what is it? Have you started taking the fertility drugs again?"

Dana thought. "No. I mean, I was a while ago for a few months, but I stopped for the last few weeks because I was so nauseous."

All of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks—the weight gain, the breast sensitivity, the nausea, lactation! 

"Dana, I think you might be pregnant!" Dana looked over at me as if she didn't believe me, but then it hit her, too. 

"Oh my god," she whispered. "I've been so busy I didn't put it together. I can't even remember the last time I had a period."

"We have to get a test." 

We dressed quickly and ran to the Wal-Mart. We thought about doing some grocery shopping while we were there, because buying just a pregnancy test might send the wrong idea. But in the end we decided we couldn't wait. The cashier smiled at us knowingly as she rang us up, and even called "Good Luck" to us on our way out. 

When we got home, Dana took the test, right in front of me. It said to wait three minutes for results, but the little plus sign showed up in less than thirty seconds. It was true, we were pregnant.

"I want to get an ultrasound before we get our hopes up," she said, ever pragmatic. But it was no use, I was already so excited. 

The next day I accompanied her to the gynecologist, and sure enough there it was on the screen in grainy black and white. I squeezed Dana's hand and kissed her forehead. Judging by the ultrasound and Dana's size, and the fact that she had begun lactating, the gynecologist said she was already about 18 weeks along—almost halfway through the pregnancy! 

I asked how she could be so far along and we not notice, and the doctor explained that it wasn't uncommon for women who were not expecting to be pregnant to not realize that they are. She said she knew of women who didn't even realize they were pregnant until they gave birth. I was glad that wasn't my wife. I wanted to enjoy this pregnancy, and now I had another 22 weeks to do so. Just then the doctor moved the ultra sound wand, and cocked her head as she looked at the screen.

"What is it?" Dana asked concernedly.

"Do you see that?" the gyno asked. "It's twins."

Dana started crying right there, and I gotta say I was choked up myself.

"I'll give you a few minutes. You can go ahead and get dressed and I'll print out your baby pictures." 

"Can you believe it?" Dana asked me when the doctor was out of the room. "Twins!"

"Twins and quads," I reminded her. 

"Oh my goodness, I nearly forgot! Well, at least now that I'm lactating I can help Darlene feed them." 

"Speaking of lactating," I said, motioning toward Dana's gown, where two wet spots were growing.

"Oh, dear," she said. "I just got so excited when she mentioned twins...I guess I better get used to that happening."

"And this." With that I pulled Dana's gown down and exposed her breasts, milking one while drinking the other, then switching. Because her legs were in the stirrups, it gave me perfect access to her dripping pussy, which I lapped up. After locking the door quickly, I freed my cock and began to fuck Dana right there on the gynecologist table. We were quite the sweaty, milk soaked mess when the doctor returned, but if she noticed, she didn't say anything, only smiled as she handed us our pictures.

As we were leaving, Dana got out her phone to call her mother. I got out mine and noticed I had three missed calls and three texts. The first two calls were from Darlene, and the third was Donna. 

"Oh, my god, Darlene's here, she's gone into labor!" Dana exclaimed as she listened to her messages. We hurried up to the maternity ward, and were directed into Darlene's room, where Donna was sponging her face.

"That was fast," she commented on our arrival.

"We were already downstairs," Dana explained. "Mom, I'm pregnant!"

"Oh, sweetheart, that's brilliant! I'm so happy for you."

"Oh, shit, oh fuck!" That was Darlene getting her epidural. A few minutes later we were all dressed in scrubs and in the OR waiting for Darlene's caesarian, which is standard with multiples. A part of me couldn't believe I was going to be a father for the second time in a year, and that in a little over five months I would be here again. I held Darlene's hand as each one of them was brought into the world—two boys and two girls! They were two months ahead of schedule, and really small but perfect. I held each of my children for a moment before they took them away to the NIC-U. Dana and I kissed each other as they wheeled Darlene away to recovery. We couldn't believe it, after all this time, we were finally parents!

Epilogue: The quads stayed in the hospital for a little over three months. We named them Samantha Eileen, Dawn Arielle, Stephen Michael and Daniel Seth. Dana would go and see them on her breaks at work, holding them, talking to them, and yes, even feeding them when they were strong enough. Darlene had gotten to come home, and with four babies to feed, the doctor told her she had to get her milk production up. Between the breast pump we got her and my mouth, she was producing over a quart a day. We got to take them home just in time for Christmas. It was chaotic—four babies, three of them with colic, two nursing mothers, and a partridge in a pear tree—but I have to say we were happy. It seems like in those first few months Darlene's milk was constantly flowing, and someone was always at her breast, be it the babies or me. Thankfully there was a never ending line of friends and relatives who wanted to see the babies, and who would bring us food when they came. Honestly, I don't think we cooked for the first six months the babies were home. 

Dana and I worked on getting her milk production up for when the twins came, and soon she was producing as much, if not more than Darlene, the surplus of which, I was more than happy to finish. My twins, Seth Jr. and Dinah Renee were born when the quads were 6 months old. Dana delivered them vaginally, and without drugs, which impressed the hell out of me. 

It's been four years since I first discovered my impregnation/lactation fetish. My oldest son (who is also my wife's brother, and uncle to his six younger siblings) is about to start preschool, and my house is filled with six toddlers running around constantly. Darlene still lives with us, and helps take care of the kids, though we have a nanny to help her out when she goes to school. Though we've weaned all of our kids (except for Seth Jr.; he just does not want to give up his breast milk—like father, like son.), Darlene and Dana's pendulous breasts are still full of milk, and they've each hinted that they want me to impregnate them again. I don't know about that yet. It's not that I wouldn't mind having more children, and of course, I do love to see my women swollen with my children, but I don't really want to share my breast milk with anyone just yet. We'll probably have more when the toddlers are in school.

I still can't believe where my impregnation/lactation fetish has led me.

The End