3 comments/ 291696 views/ 44 favorites The Sperm Donor Ch. 01 By: Tibvo 18-year old Vinod stood outside his parents' bedroom. It was early in the morning and the young boy was thirsty and had got up to get a drink. As he crept back to his room, he heard voices coming out of his parents' room. At first, he thought that they were possibly going to fuck. However, to his disappoint, all he could hear was them talking. Then his curiosity was aroused when he heard what they were talking about. "I hope this time it works. " said his mother. "I know it will." said his stepfather. "Are you sure? How do you know?" asked his mother. "I just am. " replied his stepfather, "besides, if it doesn't work I can always have that fertility treatment the doctor suggested." Vinod suddenly realised what they were talking about. His parents were trying to have a baby. He knew that they have been trying for a long time and there were difficulties. It was something about his stepfather having a low sperm count his mother had once told him. "I do hope this works, " his mother said, "I do want a baby." "It will, darling. Oh that reminds me, I better get up and fill that bottle. I want to make sure that there is enough when we go to the hospital lunchtime." Hearing his stepfather starting to get up, Vinod quickly (and quietly) scooted up the stairs. An hour later, the Chowdry family was up and about. "Vinod, we are going up the market and then we'll come back before going to the hospital. Now can I trust you to behave until your aunt comes round?" asked his mother. "Yeah, sure, Mum." replied Vinod. The boy looked at his mother. Although still young, he was starting to become interested in girls. Though nothing like the girls in the magazines, his mother was not an unattractive Pakistani woman who at 38 had managed to keep most of her figure. Being a teacher in a local secondary school (his school), she always dressed prim and proper. "Be good. See you in two hours." instructed his mother as she and his stepfather left the house. Vinod looked at his watch, he had half an hour before his aunt came over. He went to the fridge to get some milk. It was then that he noticed a white paper bag standing at the back of the shelf. Picking it up, he found that there was a glass bottle inside. On the bag was a label which read: "Croydon Road Hospital". He suddenly realised what he was holding, it was a bottle containing his stepfather's sperm which they were going to take down to the hospital later on that morning. His first inclination was to put the bottle down. Then curiosity got the better of him and he wanted to see what was inside it. Slowly, the boy pulled the bottle out of the bag. The bottle was transparent so he could easily see the white substance (his stepfather's semen) inside. The first thing he noticed was that there was not very much nor did it look as creamy as his own. Perhaps that was why his stepfather could not get his mother pregnant, it wasn't creamy enough. He put the bottle back in the bag and then in the fridge. He then pulled himself a glass of milk and took it into the living room. He was seating down, drinking the milk when the perverse idea suddenly struck him. Why not replace his stepfather's spunk with his own? It certainly was creamy enough to get his mother pregnant and he was sure he could produce more of it then his stepfather. The thought of his mother going around with his baby inside her almost made him cum on the spot. His mind clouded with lust and his legs shaking, the boy got up and walked stiffly back into the kitchen. His hard-on was so stiff, it hurt as he moved. He looked at his watch. 9.45. He had ten minutes before his aunt got there. Shaking, he took the bag out of the fridge and took it into the toilet with him, locking the door behind him. Taking the bottle out of the bag, he looked at it. If he wanted to back out now, this was the time. Taking a deep breath, he opened the top and rinsed the contents out with the tap. There! Now he had no choice but to through with it. Trembling, he pulled down his trousers and pants and took his aching tool in his hands. Over the last few years, his body literally grew up. This included his cock which reared up pass his belly button. He was proud of it, especially when comparing to the guys appearing on his mate's porn videos. He looked forward to the day that he would for the first time shove it up some girl's cunt. Imaging naked tits and cunts, the boy started to stroke himself. Harder and harder he pumped his erection. Suddenly images of his mother sprung in his mind. He could picture himself naked on a bed with her equally naked, gasping out loudly as she pistoned herself up and down his hard aching prick. Her tits were stuffed in his face as he fondled them. "Oh you are so bloody big. Cum in me, honey. Give your old mother a baby!" she was groaning. He could then picture images of him shooting his potent spunk into her fertile womb, making her stomach stretch with his baby. Suddenly, he felt himself about to cum. Quickly picking up bottle with his left hand, his placed his trembling cock against the lid, making sure it covered the head. Then he started to cum. Groaning, he watched as the white creamy liquid started to shoot out of the tip of his cock into the bottle. In his mind's eye, he could picture that liquid being shot into his mother's unprotected belly. Moaning out load, he shot one last volley of spunk into the glass and then he collapsed on the toilet seat. Never before had he cum so hard. He looked at the bottle. It had a lot more spunk in it than before and it was creamier too. What if his stepfather noticed? Before he could worry further, Vinod heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. Shit! It was his aunt. He had no choice, he had to get the bottle back in the fridge before she came in. Quickly fumbling with his clothes, the shaking boy rushed into the kitchen and placed the paper bag containing the glass inside the fridge, in the same place where he had originally found it. Moments later, his aunt came into the kitchen. "What have you been up to?" she said, eyeing him suspiciously. "Nothing." Vinod replied. His aunt continued looking at him. "Hmm! You'd better not been up to anything." "I haven't! Honest!" he said, hoping that his aunt did not notice him shaking. She looked around but finding nothing out of the ordinary, she just smiled. "Alright, I believe you. Millions wouldn't. Now I'm going to make a coffee and watch QVC." Two hours later, his parents came back and shortly afterwards left to go to the hospital. One glance in the fridge told him that they had taken the bottle. He was full of regrets now. What if they found that he had tampered with the bottle? What if they noticed that the spunk inside it wasn't his stepfather's? He was still shaking when they came back. "How did it go?" asked his aunt. His mother smiled. "Fingers crossed. The nurse said that this latest sample was the best looking one yet." With a silent groan, Vinod realised that his mother was now walking around with a belly full of his, hopefully, very potent teenage spunk, which was even now diligently searching out her egg to fertilise. One month later, Vinod came home to find his parents celebrating. "We got some news, Vinod." said his mother, "That last attempt worked! You are finally going to have a brother or sister." That night, Vinod had to jack himself off three times before he fell asleep exhausted. The End? The Sperm Donor Ch. 05 "Oh my god, Anju. You say that Vinod actually wrote this?" Helen Grimwald asked. It was a few weeks later. Anju never did raise the courage to speak to her son about his disturbing habit of trying to spy on her when she took her baths. Though more than once she did find evidence of his secret activity. Finally, in frustration, she turned to her best friend since secondary school. Now she was in her friend's house watching her read Vinod's Sperm Donor story. "Yes." Anju finally answered as she waited for that sign of disgust, or comment of judgement. Instead her friend gave her a smirk and said: "Well he's certainly got an imagination. Listen to this: 'Suddenly images of his mother sprung in his mind. He could picture himself naked on a bed with her equally naked, gasping out loudly as she pistoned herself up and down his hard aching prick. Her tits were stuffed in his face as he fondled them. "Oh you are so bloody big. Cum in me, honey. Give your old mother a baby!" she was groaning.'" "It's not funny, Helen." Anju said indignantly. "You can't imagine what it's like to have your own son having thoughts like that about you, let alone have them written out for anyone to read. Gods, if Rajesh found out." "Anju," Helen quickly interjected. "I can only imagine how you must be feeling but this is a STORY. Twisted maybe but it is still a story. He's simply a little of track..." "A little?" "Okay a lot," Helen continued, "but this is Vinod we are talking about. Little sweet Vinod who wouldn't say 'boo' to a goose let alone anything else. He is no monster." "I know." Anju said. "But what do I do? I - we can't keep living like this. His school tells me that his grades are started dropping and you know what he was like in school." Helen nodded. "Well let's look at it from Vinod's prospective. He's now at that age where's he's full of hormones and he has discovered the opposite sex. Back in our day, he would start collecting a horde of dirty magazines to cope with his erm appetites. Of course today, it is easier to get that sort of thing of the internet." "I understand that." Anju said, her frustration building. "If that was the case, I would be okay. I just don't understand why he has this 'thing' about me." Helen gave her friend a hug. "Well you know what boys of that age are like. They would fuck a goat if they could." "Helen!" "Well they would. Jeez. You remember what Jim was like in our last year of school. He couldn't keep his hands off me then. You know how that turned out." Jim was Helen's boyfriend in school who then suddenly had to 'move away' after finding out that Helen was pregnant. Subsequently she had an abortion. "What would you may not have known was that Jim had other girlfriends at the time and I weren't the only one caught out. At least you don't have to worry about that with Vinod. Gabe on the other hand..." Gabe was Helen's son who was the same age as Vinod as well as his friend. A thought suddenly struck her. "You don't think Gabe knows do you?" She watched her friend think for a moment. "Of course not. Could you imagine Vinod saying: 'Hey, Gabe. Guess what? I've got the hots for my mum." Anju mulled it over for a moment. "No I suppose not." "Anyway, I don't know why he feels the way he feels, Anju. Maybe it's because you two have been really close. Certainly a lot closer than Gabe and I have ever been." What was Helen implying? Obviously Helen saw the look in Anju's eyes and quickly added: "I am not saying that there was anything wrong with that. But when your first husband Darpak died, it was only the two of you. You were bound to have a closer relationship." Anju knew that in the past, Helen had always been a little envious of her close relationship with her son. That she had always wanted Gabe and her to be closer. She doubted that she thought that anymore. Not after today. "Nor did it really change when Rajesh came on the scene did it?" Helen asked. "I suppose not." Anju admitted. "Rajesh has never been that loving of men and Vinod... well Vinod has always been my Vinod." "Exactly." "And I suppose that's the reason why he is the way he is?" Anju could see that this conversation wasn't getting her nowhere. "I don't know, Anju. All I do know is that he's shy around girls, he has never had a girlfriend. So from his point of view, you are the only 'girl' in his life though..." Her friend paused. "What?" Anju asked. "One thing I don't understand." Helen said. "Just one thing?" "You say that you found evidence of him spying on you. When you took your baths I mean." "Erm...yes." Anju said nervously. "And you definitely know it's not Rajesh." "Come of it, Helen. We both know sort of man Rajesh is." "So if it's Vinod's, what I don't understand is why doesn't he clear it up afterwards." "What?" Anju asked, not fully understanding her friend's meaning. "Well, you would think that once he has 'done the deed', he would want to hide the evidence so that he doesn't get discovered." Helen lifted up the papers in her hand. "And then there is the story. How did you find it?" "I told you. It was under his pillowcase." "Why did he do that? Why would he hide such a story under his pillowcase? A place where it was certain that you would find it? Unless you never change his bed?" "Of course I do!" Anju snapped. "Well then? Why would he do that?" Anju found her cheeks flushing. "What you are implying? That Vinod WANTED me to find that story? That's..." "Outrageous? Disgusting?" Helen finished. "Maybe. But think about it. This is only a couple of sheets of paper. Vinod could have easily put in a place where you would never find it. On top of the wardrobe for instance." "But.." "Come on, Anju. We both know that Vinod is a clever kid. He may make a mistake once but this many?" "Gods!" Anju found her shaking as the realisation dawned. "And you really think that he actually wants me to know?" "Now I think about it, yes." Helen paused and leaned over, touching her friend's hand in an offer of support. "As I said, he is a boy full of hormones and desires. You are the only woman in his life. I suppose it make some weird sort of sense." "Sense??!!" "Think about it. He wants to be with a woman. He's terrified of girls and there's you. The woman that he trusts and loves." "It's sounds like you are saying that he actually wants to have sex with me, his own mother?" "Exactly. My God, Anju. I thought that's what this whole conversation had been about." "Yes but I thought we were talking about his fantasies. But to actually want to have sex with me." "I think he does." Helen said, sitting back into the chair. "Gods!" Anju moaned, covering her face with her hands. "This is getting worst! I'll have to tell Rajesh." "You can't Rajesh." Helen stated. "You know what he will do and he is your boy regardless how he feels." "I-I suppose." Anju said reluctantly. If Rajesh could be more understanding perhaps. But what man would understand the concept of his stepson wanting his own mother? "And you cannot just leave it. From what you tell me, this obsession will only get worst." "So?" Anju pressed. "I suggest you should confront him." Anju froze. "You mean I should talk to him?" "No. I mean confront him." "Sorry, I don't understand." "Anju, the boy's got an unhealthy fantasy about you." Helen reasoned. "Call his bluff and that will give him such a fright that he will never think of it again." "And what if he isn't frightened?" "Then you are in for a good time." Ignoring the smile on Helen's face, Anju took the comment at face value. "You-you mean I actually have sex with my son?!" "No. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I do think that by bringing his obsession into the open, it would allow you both to deal with it." "What did you mean by the 'both of you'? You REALLY do think that I should have sex with him." "Oh for Chris sakes, Anju. Yeah! Maybe you two should have sex. Maybe it would do you both good. Who knows? He may even be better with girls and you wouldn't be so uptight all the bloody time." In a surge of disgust, she leapt to her feet. "I can't believe you just said that, Helen. I'm going." "Anju..." Although Helen tried to stop her, Anju stormed out of the house. The Sperm Donor Ch. 06 In the darkened living room, Anju Chowdry sat on the couch nursing her glass of wine. In the background, she heard the front door close and her eighteen son Vinod call out. She didn't answer. Instead she took another sip from the glass. "Mum? You okay?" Her son asked, he was now standing by the door into the living room. "Your stepfather has left us." She simply stated. "He's gone? For good?" "Yes." "But why?" From the corner of her eye, she saw her son move to the couch and sit next to her. "I..." How could she answer him? So she told her boy what happened that day. That Rajesh came home early that afternoon in a foul mood. When she pressed him about it, he simply announced that he had had enough of her and her 'ways' and that he was leaving her. Anju had tried talking to him, and asking why he wanted to leave. With that, Rajesh blew up in her face. Telling her that he was fed up playing second fiddle to her beloved son. That she never wanted a second child. How he never measured up to her first husband, Darpak. That all he was to her was a meal ticket and that he had had enough. She found that she didn't try to stop him as he quickly packed a suitcase and left. Every word he had said had been true. "You okay?" Vinod asked again when she had finished. During her explanation, Anju found that they had cuddled into each other. She liked that and felt herself relax against him. "Yeah." She said finally. "Actually I am." And she did too strangely enough. More than that, she felt relief. In truth she knew that her marriage had not been good for a long time. A very long time. She had met Rajesh soon after Darpak's death. At the time, he seemed to be a Godsend who quickly took it upon himself to help out. She had been grateful, especially since Vinod was only a young boy at the time. They soon got married and she thought that everything was going to turn out alright. At first, Rajesh had been a good supporting husband even if there was not a lot of passion or romance in their marriage. But as her boy got older, Rajesh started becoming resentful over their relationship. It didn't help that Vinod started to openly criticise his stepfather on the way he treated his mother. Eventually, she spoke to her mother about this. She had advised her in having a second child. This would not only give Rajesh a son or daughter of his own, it would also give Vinod a sibling to love. Anju hadn't been sure but her mother had pressed that it was her duty, that Rajesh was really a good man and that it would help their marriage. So she agreed. And they did try, for years. But eventually they found that Rajesh had a low sperm count and that it was very doubtful that they would ever conceive. That Rajesh would ever become a father in his own right. Rajesh with his male pride would not believe it of course. Nor would he entertain any alternatives and so they continued to try and in the process drew further apart. Now he was gone. Anju looked up into her boy's eyes. Not for the first time, she noticed how handsome her Vinod was becoming. "Besides I've got you. That's all I need." Vinod kissed her cheek and hugged her again. "Yeah, Mum. You have got me. You have always got me." He hugged her tight and she liked it, returning the embrace. "I...." Vinod started to say. She realised that her boy was shaking in her arms. "Sweetheart?" She pushed Vinod back and looked into his face. He had a strange expression. "I...I just wanted to say I-I love you." The look Vinod gave her made her heart melt. Realisation dawned on her. Vinod was actually in love with her. Why hadn't she seen it earlier? Anju gently cupped her boy's face as she drew him down to hers. Gently, their lips came together. Immediately, Vinod pulled back. "M-Mum..." He started. She found herself opening up to him. Telling in how she knew about his story he had written about her. That he watched whilst she took her baths. That he masturbated while he watched. She could see the look of horror on the boy's face as the words came out. "I-I'm sorry, Mum." "Shhh! It's okay. Everything's going to be alright." She soothed. She pulled him into another embrace. He was still shaking but he didn't move to get away. "Everything's going to be okay." She said. He felt strong in her arms. She could smell his musk. His hot skin under her hand and cheek. She so loved him. In all the years, he had always been her strength. Always been there when she needed support or comfort. When she had violently objected to her friend's suggestion that day, she now realised it was not because of disgust. Suddenly she felt she was trembling too. "Everything is going to be alright, Vinod. Now go upstairs." "Mum?" Obviously the boy did not understand. He would soon. "Just go upstairs to my room. I will follow shortly." The boy obeyed and Anju watched him go. What was she doing? She was actually thinking about taking her son to bed. To sleep with him? She took a deep breath at the thought of the two of them in bed together. Having sex. No! Making love. The thought made her shiver. But not out fear or disgust but with excitement. It was obvious that Rajesh did not want her. Even Darpak was having an affair before he had died. At the time, she had just accepted it and had told no-one. Not even Rajesh later. But Vinod was there for her. Just for her. He always had been since he was a child. And he loved her, wanted her, NEEDED her. Not only as a son but now as a young man too. Would it be so wrong to give him what he so desperately wanted? Anju knew the answer already. She quickly finished her glass and left to join her son. The Sperm Donor Ch. 07 Anju and Vinod Chowdry, mother and son stood facing each other in Anju's bedroom. The curtains were drawn to shut out the world and the only lights in the room were the two bedside lamps. "Do you want me to undress you?" Anju asked softly. The boy, shaking, nodded. Anju came forward and started to undo his shirt. "It's okay, sweetheart." She said. "I'll undress you like I did when you were little." Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, the mother undressed the son. First was the shirt. It dropped to the ground, allowing Anju to appreciate the boy's naked hairless chest. The skin was smooth, almost silk like to the touch. His belly was firm with no hint of fat. "You are beautiful." She whispered. She then slowly unbuckled the belt and pushed down his jeans. "Oh my!" Anju said as her eyes moved down to the front of his pants. "Is that for me?" She had seen that he was aroused before she had started undressing him. But now? His underpants seemed too small to try and contain his rampant erection. Already the large bell end was sticking out of the top, all swollen and weeping with juices. The woman inside her shuddered with lust. She quickly pulled off his jeans and socks. "Now for the grand finale." The two of them were shaking with excitement as Anju gently took hold of the tops of his pants and then pulled them down. Kneeling as she did so. "You have certainly grown." In truth, she had never seen a penis - a cock so large or swollen as it jutted out from a tangle of pubic hair. And the thought that she had made it like that made her hot inside. Gingerly, she reached and took him in her hands. There was a gasp from above and she felt the brown club lurch in her hands. "Gods! You have grown." Anju said, and it was true. Quickly discarding the pants, Anju stood up. Her eyes swept over her boy's body. The woman in her growled. Vinod was only a little taller than his mother so she easily brought her hand around the back of his head and brought their mouths together as she stepped forward to embrace him. Gods! With a groan, the boy grabbed her. Pressing both body and mouth against his mother's. Pressing his jutting erection against her soft belly. For a moment they struggled against each other. Both lost in their passion. But then Anju pushed him away. "No." She said to her boy. She wanted to keep in control. This their first time together. "Mum..?" Anju pressed her finger against his lips to silence him. "Shhh! It WILL happen I promise you but you have to be patient." She told him, realising that she was telling herself as much as the boy. Gods, she wanted him. Like no-one before. Gently she pushed her baby back, making fall on the bed. She looked at him. Naked. His huge penis stiff and ready. So ready. Anju started to strip off. Originally she had intended to tease the boy. To ask him if he wanted to see her naked. But the woman in her did not want to play. She wanted him. She wanted to make him hers. To take his virginity. To be his first. In contrast to how she had stripped Vinod, Anju eagerly tugged at her clothes, the jersey, the trousers, the shirt. In seconds, she was standing before her boy wearing just her bra and knickers. For a brief moment, she worried that she was showing her boy too much. Not because she did not want to but because she knew she was a middle-aged woman and unlike her son's, her body was losing its battle with time. Her belly soft and rounded. Her arse, hips and tops of her legs larger than she would have wanted. Her fat breasts struggled against the bra's attempt to contain them. But one look at Vinod's expression squashed any doubt. There was no way that he could hide the raw delight and lust he was obviously feeling when he watched her unveil herself to him. There seemed to be a pause and then she reached behind her back. An instant later, the bra was falling away from her breasts which quickly drooped down to their natural position. The boy stared hungrily at her mammaries. She could see that he wanted to grab them. To touch and suck them. Anju allowed the boy to ogle her boobs before taking off the last garment, revealing her bushy groin to her son. At last they were both naked, mother and son. Both staring hungrily at each other. Their arousal obvious. The boy more so. "Get into the middle of the bed." She commanded. Her need taking control. "Mummy is going to make you feel so good." The boy eagerly complied. His young body lay perfectly still while his stout shaft now leaned towards the belly button. Its large head dripping with precum. It seemed bigger than ever. So full of desire for her. Anju then lent over him, her tongue snaking out and licking the gleaming precum from his prick. The boy groaned. She did not stop there. Her mouth covered the head of his hard rod. He tasted good. She wanted to do more but it was becoming too much for her baby. Anju knew that he was nearing his climax. Quickly she grabbed hold of the base of his erection, squeezing it. She noted that her fingers could not reach entirely around the stout base. "No." She said. "Not yet". No, she wanted his first come with a woman to be inside her. Where it could mix with her juices. She told him such and the boy groaned his desire. "I want you deep inside me. Where you belong." He moaned. "Oh yes, baby. Such a beautiful penis. So big and hard for me, your mother. I know it will go deeper inside me than other man before." She could tell that her words were getting to her baby. "Am I the first woman to ever see it? Touch it?" She felt the boy shudder as he gently nodded. She trembled at the acknowledgement. She had to be careful. Although the urgency had died, she knew that her boy was still at the edge. If she got carried away and said too much, she knew he would climax. She again looked at her boy's erection. It looked so swollen and huge compared to her small hand clamped around its base. So in need to be inside her. She also felt her own expectation rising. Feeling the anticipation of taking such a cock into her own body. And it was her little baby's. She got up on her knees and straddled the boy, her eyes returned to his face and saw that he was staring at her, wide-eyed. She smiled before returning her attention to the hard cock straining up at her. She could see the slit on his cockhead where his young seed would pour forth. She felt herself shiver at the thought of where that seed would go. The idea that they were unprotected made her almost lose breath. He looked so virile. She could be pregnant when they have finished. She heard her boy gasp she positioned herself on top of him. Looking up, she saw that his expression hadn't changed. So innocent. Gods! I'm going to do this, thought Anju. Not wanting to take her eyes of her baby's face, Anju began to lowering herself. Her cunt was so wet that little rivulets of juice flowed down the inside of her thighs. So hungry for the virginal young oh but ever stiff shaft that was aimed at it from below. She could imagine her juices dripping down onto that giant cockhead as the two organs moved nearer and nearer. There was no words and the only sounds that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the two. So intent on what was going to happen. Gods it's going to be a tight fit! The son gulped. The mother swallowed. The maternal cunt got nearer to the virginal cock. Then, there was contact! For the first time in its life, the engorged head of Vinod Chowdry's cock touched the swollen lips of a wet cunt. His mother's cunt. The contact made the couple shiver. The boy groaned. The woman moaned. Anju did not waste any time. She let her ripe hips come down over him. She did it quickly as she wanted him in her before he could react. She felt her son's large glands push aside her netherlips before eagerly burrowing into her equally eager cunt which happily expanded to accept its new guest. In moments, she felt a pressure at the back of her cunt as his full balls came to press against her. She had taken him all! She had just taken his virginity! They were finally one! "M-Mum..." Her baby groaned. Anju pressed hard, revelling in the feeling of such a large tool inside her. Filling her. Stretching her. They moaned at the penetration. "This it is, my baby." She breathed. "You are so deep in me. It's wonderful. You feel so wonderfully hard. Gods! You're filling me up so much." "Ohhh." "I have never had someone so big. You are so big. So big and hard for Mummy." "OHHHHHHH..." Vinod whimpered. He was so close. "Easy, baby." She said soothingly, her hand feeling his brow and noting how damp it was. "Just stay still." "AHHHH..." He couldn't stop. "Not yet, baby." But it was no use. her boy was too excited. His cock was swelling inside her. She could feel it expand further. Gods! Doesn't it ever stop growing??? She felt that he was going to burst her. She knew that he would shoot soon. Oh it was so good. His cock fitted her so tightly. She was ready as well. She moved her hips so that his shaft pulled out and then back into her. Momentarily she closed her eyes at the contact. Her stretched muscles trying to clamp around his swollen shaft. This took her baby over the edge. "AAARRGH!" Vinod cried out. His fists clenched at the sheets. His hips rolled from side to side. He was coming. They both cried out as they felt his burning hot seed pulse into her. Her baby was coming, inseminating her. She felt his hot, bubbling young manseed splash into her cunt. His cock was lunging and convulsing in her. It was only their tight fit that kept him in place. "Oooooooooohhhhh...." "OH YES! Do it to me, Vinod! Give it to me!" "AHHHHHHhhhhhh..." "Yes! I feel you! Come in me! Give me a baby! Make us a baby!" Anju gasped at her last words. Anju rocked her hips on the boy. She slammed down hard on his cock. She felt the still hard shaft impale her. Then again, the boy sent a load of semen into her. She cried out. Her activity had massaged her clitoris. She was coming too. The walls of cunt contracted on the boy's hard rod. They both cried out. Then it was over. Suddenly exhausted, Anju slumped over her boy's body. "My baby." She whispered and she realised that she had tears in her eyes as she covered her boy's face with kisses. "Oh Mum." Vinod gasped. "W-we have done it!" "Oh yes, my baby." The mother panted. "We sure have." Anju slowly rolled off him. His still formidable cock pulling out of her with a wet slurp. She could almost feel her vagina mourn for its loss. Sighing, she fell on her back next to her boy. She had taken her baby's virginity. He was hers forever. The Sperm Donor Ch. 08 The last chapter of the Sperm Donor. I hope you have enjoyed it. Tib Vinod was returning from school after spending some time in the library studying for his mocks that were going to occur in the next few weeks. It had been over a month since his mother had almost caught him outside the bathroom door. After that, he tried to be more careful. That late afternoon, on entering the house, he found none of the lights were on. Was his mother in? Calling out, he eventually found her sitting on the settee in the living room "Mum? You okay?" He asked. "Your stepfather has left us." She simply stated. Oh! "He's gone? For good?" "Yes." "But why?" Turning on a small lamp next to the settee, Vinod sat next to his mother. His mother told him his stepfather had come home early that afternoon in a foul mood and announced that he had had enough of her and her 'ways' and that he was leaving her. She had tried talking to him, and asking why he wanted to leave. With that, his stepfather blew up in her face. Telling her that he was fed up playing second fiddle to her beloved son. That she never wanted a second child. How he never measured up to her first husband, his father. That all he was to her was a meal ticket, that he had had enough and then he left. "You okay?" Vinod asked again when she had finished. During her explanation, the two had cuddled into each other. Despite himself, he found he was smelling her perfume. Conscious of her body against his. Jesus! Even now? "Yeah." His mother said. "Actually I am." A part of him was glad too. He never really got on with his stepfather and had always thought his mother was too good for him. Plus since his new interest in her, he found he was starting to get jealous of them sleeping together. Vinod realised that now that his stepfather was gone, he had his mother all to himself. "Besides I've got you. That's all I need." His mother then said as if to back up that thought. Vinod kissed her cheek and hugged her again. "Yeah, Mum. You have got me. You have always got me." He breathed, relishing have his mother in his arms. She felt so soft. God, he wanted to kiss her! To tell her how much he really loved her! "I...." But he couldn't say it. "Sweetheart?" She pushed Vinod back and looked into his face "I...I just wanted to say I-I love you." There, he had managed to say it! For a moment, his mother looked at him and then she gently his face as she drew him down to hers. What is she doing? Gently, their lips came together. Immediately, Vinod pulled back. She just kissed him! "M-Mum..." He started. Then his mother dropped the bombshell. Telling in how she knew about his story he had written about her. That he watched whilst she took her baths. That he masturbated while he watched. Oh God!!! The boy found himself starting to panic. "I-I'm sorry, Mum." "Shhh! It's okay. Everything's going to be alright." She soothed. Fear started to turn into puzzlement. Why wasn't she shouting at him? He felt himself being pulled into her arms. "Everything's going to be okay." She said. He could still remember the feel of her lips against his. "Everything is going to be alright, Vinod." She told him again. "Now go upstairs." "Mum?" Why did she want him to go upstairs? "Just go upstairs to my room. I will follow shortly." Her room? Why? He wanted to ask but her tone told him to obey. He quickly got up. Her room, he thought. **************************************************** Vinod found himself standing in front of his mother in her bedroom. His mother had quickly joined him, turning on the bedside lamps and drawing the curtains first. What was happening? Why was she looking at him like that? She's not going to...? "Do you want me to undress you?" His mother asked. His stepfather was gone and now his mother wanted him to replace him? Was it that? He found himself nodding, his body shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement. His mother came forward and started to undo his shirt. "It's okay, sweetheart." She said. "I'll undress you like I did when you were little." And that was exactly what she did. First was the shirt. Half naked, his mother ran a hand over his chest. "You are beautiful." She whispered. Her hands then moved down to his belt. She wasn't was she? The belt was unbuckled and she pushed down his jeans. "Oh my!" His mother's words made him look down. What he saw was that his underpants were trying to contain his huge hard on which he didn't realised he had until then. "Is that for me?" Before he could really register, he found his jeans and socks gone. "Now for the grand finale." Her hands gripped the top of his pants. Oh God! For months he had dreamed of showing his prick to his mother and now it was going to happen. And happen it did as his mother pulled the pants down, kneeling as she did so. Hard, achingly hard. His erection sprung out as it was freed. "You have certainly grown." The boy trembled as he watched his mother ogle his now raging hard on. Then he watched as she reached out. He felt the warm small fingers touch and then grip him. Shit! "Gods! You have grown." His mother's words made him throb even harder. Quickly discarding the pants, his mother stood up. The way his mother looked at him made him harder still. Then he saw her reach out for him, her hand sliding behind his head as he pulled his face towards hers and once again he felt his lips pressed invitingly against his mother's full ones. Fuck! It was too much. With a groan, the boy grabbed her. Pressing both body and mouth against his mother's. Pressing his jutting erection against her soft belly. For a moment they struggled against each other. Both lost in their passion. But then he felt her push him away. "No." His mother told him. "Mum..?" He pleaded. Please don't stop now! A finger was pressed to his mouth. "Shhh! It WILL happen I promise you but you have to be patient." He felt relief surge him along with new arousal. God he wanted her! He then found himself pushed onto the bed. The same bed that she and his stepfather usually slept in. Not tonight, he sickly thought. His mother looked at him for what seemed like an eternity and then she lifted her hands to her jersey. His mother was going to strip off! Time stood still for the lad as he watched her take off her clothes, revealing that body that he had lusted for. His eyes bulged as his mother's naked body came into view. His mouth water and his cock went up a notch as he hungrily drank in her large naked tits, rounded belly and hairy pussy. Oh fuck! By now his heart was threatening to burst through his chest. "Get into the middle of the bed." His mother commanded. "Mummy is going to make you feel so good." Those words almost made the lad come. Swallowing hard, he found himself in the middle of the bed. Climbing onto the bed, he watched with baited breath as his mother lent over... Ohhh! and gently touch him with her tongue. "God!" Then he found the head of his prick inside her sucking mouth. Oooh! He heard her saying something. "I want you deep inside me. Where you belong." He moaned at the thought. Knowing that it was going to happen. "Oh yes, baby. Such a beautiful penis. So big and hard for me, your mother. I know it will go deeper inside me than other man before." He was going to come! He felt her grip him and the need quickly disappeared. "Am I the first woman to ever see it? Touch it?" Such was the closeness of their relationship, his mother already knew the answer. That was when the thought entered into his head that he was going to lose his virginity and to his mother at that. That made him shudder. It did not even occur to the boy that one day he may come to regret what was going to happen. No, all the lad wanted to fuck and his mother was willing to do it for him. He nodded. Vinod could only watched wide-eyed as his mother got up on her knees and straddled him. She then began to lower her. The son gulped. The mother swallowed. The maternal cunt got nearer to the virginal cock. Then, there was contact! For the first time in its life, the engorged head of Vinod Chowdry's cock touched the swollen lips of a wet cunt. His mother's cunt. The contact made the couple shiver. The boy groaned. The woman moaned. He groaned again as suddenly found first his cockshead and then rest of him being surrounded by a tight wet heat. His mother was sitting on him, his hard shaft completely gone. He could feel something pressing at his tip. "M-Mum..." He groaned. "This it is, my baby." He heard her say. "You are so deep in me. It's wonderful. You feel so wonderfully hard. Gods! You're filling me up so much." "Ohhh." He fill his cock getting bigger, harder inside her. "I have never had someone so big. You are so big. So big and hard for Mummy." "OHHHHHHH..." Vinod whimpered again. He was so close. "Easy, baby." She said soothingly, her hand feeling his brow. "Just stay still." "AHHHH..." He couldn't stop. "Not yet, baby." But it was no use, he was too excited. His cock was swelling inside her. One movement from his mother and he went into overdrive. "AAARRGH!" Vinod cried out. His fists clenched at the sheets. His hips rolled from side to side. He could feel his hard cock, jumping and convulsing as something pulsed up his length. He was coming. The head felt like it was exploding. "Oooooooooohhhhh...." "OH YES! Do it to me, Vinod! Give it to me!" "AHHHHHHhhhhhh..." "Yes! I feel you! Come in me! Give me a baby! Make us a baby!" Vinod cried out at the words, sending another load of rich fertile semen into his mother's belly. He could hear his mother moaning above him. Then it was over. The boy sank into the bed, gasping out his breath as his mother rained kisses on his face and mouth. As his lust drained away, the boy slowly came to realise what had happened. His head becoming filled with a jumble of thoughts. He had just fucked his mother! He was no longer a virgin! He felt her slowly move off him, causing him to gasp again as his now sensitive cock slurped back into the open. For a time, he just stared at the ceiling. The boy felt numb. **************************************************** That night, the boy had finally found out what sex was like and he loved it. As soon as his desire returned, he fucked his mother again and again until by the early hours, he was exhausted. His cock ached. But the next morning found them in the shower, water streaming down their heated naked bodies as he took his mother from behind. Of course, they were both late for school and work. Even then they were locked in an impassioned embrace before moments later, leaving the house. At first, all he could think about was fucking his mother. All he wanted to do was fuck. That first day back at school was torture for the boy. It seemed like it took forever before he was able to leave at the end of the day. Immediately he rushed home, ignoring his mates in his desperate need to get back to his mother. Everything was a blur when he found her in the kitchen. He soon found himself in her arms. Their mouths joined, tongues duelling in their mutual lust as they rubbed their bodies against each other. Then they were sliding to the floor as they fought to get their lower garments off so that they could join. So desperate to mate, the two didn't even consider locking the door as they fucked urgently away. The boy's frustrated hard on repeatedly barrowing itself deep inside his mother's wet tight pussy. It felt so good as he repeatedly pushed into her. His body tingling at the feeling and her moans and words. "Take me, baby. Take your mother." She would whisper in his ear before she would claim his mouth with hers. He just had groaned before giving her a fresh load of his white hot cum. They then went into the living room where they would sit together and talk. That became kissing and soon they would be making out. Then they would be having sex again. Stopping only to go upstairs to continue. And how it went on. Fucking before school, after school, during the evening. He loved it. Sex was so much better than wanking. And she never refused him. But he wasn't completely happy. Especially after he had fucked her. A part of him, a growing part, found it was disturbing that he was fucking his mother. Yes, the fucking was great but this was his mother he was fucking. And then she kept saying about having his baby. The thought scared him. In fantasy, it was a great thought getting his mother pregnant. But really?? He was eighteen and she was his mother! That didn't stop him from fucking her though. Once he became horny and being eighteen years old, that was a lot, all he could think about was sticking his aching cock inside her. When he was like that, he didn't care about the consequences. He also found her more clingy, more demanding of his time. His mother always wanted him at home with her. And when he did want to go out, she never seemed happy as if he was disappointed her for wanting to. Of course, that did mean he could fuck her though. Then came the bombshell. It was a few months later. His mother had sat him down in the living room. He was going to say that he wanted to go out. He wasn't sure how, but his mates had managed dates with a group of girls from his school and he wanted him to go. Especially as there was one girl that he liked. But how was he going to tell his mother? But then she told him that she was pregnant. That she was going to have a child, his child. He sat there rock still. No longer listening to what his mother was saying. She's pregnant?? With his kid?? He felt her soft lips against his. "You okay, sweetheart?" She kissed him again and to his surprise, he felt himself saying 'yes' as he kissed her back. Then they were making out, hands running over each other's body. "Come on, my little Sperm Donor." She said him as their lips parted. "Mummy wants you upstairs." He couldn't help it. He was rock hard, already imagining her being naked and wanting him. So letting her take the lead, they made their way upstairs. In the bedroom which he now slept in, his mother stripped them both. "Come, darling. I want you." His sexy mother said. The sight of her full mature body with her large breasts and rounded belly was too much for the hormone-ridden lad. With a groan, the boy launched himself at her. The two of them falling onto the bed as they snogged hungrily. There was no foreplay as they urgently got into position. "Come on, Daddy. Take me!" His mother's words made him even more rampant even as it scared him shitless. Even so, he found himself pushing his cock forward only to be awarded with the now familiar feeling of sinking into something hot and moist. "Oh sweetheart. So big! So huge for Mummy." His mother moaned throatily, feeling her legs wrap around him. Eagerly he obeyed. "So good." She groaned and then she whispered: "You will never leave Mummy will you?" The boy whimpered as he felt her nibble into his neck. "No, you will never leave your mother because she is only one that can really love you and give you what you need. We will be together always." She stated and he could feel her mouth move up onto his chin and join his mouth. What was he going to do??? But even with that thought, he felt himself swell even harder inside her as he rutted urgently inside her. He couldn't stop. He just couldn't stop. He loved it too much. And so it went on and on and on... THE END The Sperm Donor Ch. 02 Anju Chowdry sat on her son's bed stunned. She could not believe what she had just read. She looked at the sheets of printed text, which have been thrown across the boy's bed, feeling completely numb. Every time she came into Vinod's bedroom to tidy it up, she had always half expected to find some sort of pornography. After all, he was a teenager and at that stage of his life when his hormones were running amok. Of course, if she had, she would have severely reprimanded him as any good mother would. So, when she found six or seven sheets of paper folded up in his pillowcase, she suspected that their contents were questionable, especially as she could see that they had unfolded and then refolded a number of times (as if he kept re-reading what was written on them). A part of her had thought that this was none of her business. Her son would soon be old enough to leave school and this was none of her business. But she was curious to find out what these papers contained. After all, she had wanted to make sure that it was nothing to worry about. What she found though gave her a lot to worry about. It was a document (printed from his computer?). The heading on the first sheet was called "The Sperm Donor". Underneath, it said "by Tibvo". Funny name, she thought. It was a story was about a son's desire to help his parents (his mother in particular) to have another child. They had been trying for a baby without success. So the boy finally decides to help by substituting his stepfather's sperm with his own resulting in his mother finally becoming pregnant. (Author's Note: As detailed in the original "Sperm Donor"). She just could not believe what she was reading. The story itself shocked and disgusted though the most worrying thing was that the characters in the story described her family exactly, right down to the names. My God! She thought, he must have actually written it! Her heart, which was beating rapidly, threatened to burst out of her chest. This can't be true, she thought tearfully, not my little baby. Vinod had always been the apple of her eye. She felt faint. She needed a drink. She quickly folded up the papers and placed them back inside the pillowcase. Then she went downstairs. Anju liberally helped herself to a glass of neat whisky. Her nerves were so shot that hands shook as she poured the drink. Greedily, she took a few large mouthfuls, almost her throat in the process. However, almost immediately she felt a heat started to radiate from deep within her body and slowly started to spread out. Within a few minutes, she felt a lot better albeit a bit light-headed. She was worried about her boy. What would make Vinod write such a story? (She was positive that he did write it, the characters and situation matched their family's too much to be a coincidence.) She and her husband (and Vinod's stepfather – his real father had died when he was a young boy) had been trying for a baby, for the last seven years in fact. She knew that she had trouble conceiving (it took her over five years to have Vinod), so she was not overly concerned when she did not become pregnant straight away. However, she was now getting on for forty and she felt that time was starting to run out. At the moment, they were discussing the idea of seeing their doctor about fertility treatments or even artificial insemination. She just could not understand why Vinod would write a story like that. Oh she could have understood if he had dirty pictures hidden or that the story was about two young people having sex. But to have a story about a boy getting his mother pregnant. That was incest even though they did not have sexual intercourse (though he – the boy in the story did fantasise about it). Oh no… surely it can't be that …. he liked her like that? But she was his mother. Anju got up and walked into the hall where a full-length mirror was hung up. She looked at herself. Of course she was being silly. She was an average looking Pakistani woman. Admittedly, she did keep herself presentable and her chest was a bit on the large size (and so was her bum) but she certainly did not have anything that would be of interest to a young teenager, especially her son. She took another sip of her drink. He didn't see her in that way did he? That would be incest. That sort of thing didn't happen, surely? Not around here? Saying that, she had heard rumours of a scandal occurring just in the next street from her. Apparently, a neighbour who lived next door to this Turkish family started to regularly hear sounds of a couple having sex around the time the son came home from school. The neighbour couldn't understand it since as far as she was aware, the only people in the house were the boy and his mother. Then a few weeks ago, the father had came home early during one of these "sessions" and there was a blazing row. Since everything was said in Turkish, the neighbour could not understand what it was about. However, soon afterwards both the mother and son left the house carrying suitcases. Were they having sex? Originally she had found the idea preposterous. That sort of thing never happened in middle class suburbia. She had met the woman a few times in the street. She was very attractive and not much older than she was (though she did not look it). Why would she want to sleep with her son? She could had easily found herself a lover without resorting to that. (Author's Note: For the full story on how the Turkish mother and son got involved in incest, read "Watching"). Now she was starting to wonder. Their sons had gone to the same school. What if they had known each other? What if that boy had put ideas into her baby's head? Anju took another sip. She was worried about her boy. Should she talk to him? If she left it, he could most likely grow out of any infatuation he may have over her. Then again, it may not. How could she talk to him about it? What if she got it all wrong? Even if she was right, it would still prove very embarrassing. And she could not tell his stepfather, he would go berserk. No. this was stupid, she finally decided. There was no way that her baby could be infatuated with her. There must be some other logical explanation (though she did not have a clue what it could be). After finishing her drink, she decided to go back up to her son's room and finish cleaning. After vacuuming the carpet, Anju then started tidying up Vinod's desk. A thought suddenly occurred to her. Did he have any more of these stories? If he had, then what a better place to hide them than in his desk. After a few minutes, she decided to have a look. She found a wad of papers similar to the ones under his pillow at the bottom of the bottom drawer. Taking them out, she sat at the edge of the bed and started going through them. Her heart sank. They were indeed more stories about incest - mother and son incest. The most disturbing about them was that in the majority of them, the mother became pregnant. Apart from the stories, she also found a page apparently about real-life incest between a 19 year-old boy and his 42 year-old mother. Stapled to it were three pictures of a boy and woman (the son and mother?) having sexual intercourse. The pictures were very graphic and left nothing to the imagination. Anju was could not believe her eyes. How could this woman allow her son (if it was really her son – he looked young enough to) to have sex with her. And then to let herself be PHOTOGRAPHED, knowing that the pictures would go on the Internet? Anju was disgusted. Despite herself, she did notice that both the mother and son appeared to be enjoying themselves. Feeling flushed, Anju quickly put the papers back into the bottom door of his desk, where she had found them. She then went back downstairs. She just did not know what to do. In the end, for the time being anyway, she decided to keep it to herself and keep an eye on him. Vinod came home from school as normal. He was in happy spirits since they had just broken up for the Easter Break. All during the evening, Anju kept a close eye on him and quickly noticed that when he thought she wasn't looking, the boy would look at her, paying particular to her breasts, backside and legs. Anju became increasingly flustered as she became to suspect more and more that her son physically fancied her, his own mother. Around 10 o'clock, Vinod got up and said goodnight to his parents. As Anju replied to him, she could not but notice that he carrying his book that he had been looking at most of the evening (when he was not trying to catch glances of her) against his thigh nearest to her, hiding his crotch. With a flush to her cheeks, it suddenly dawned on her that he may have had an erection. Surely not, she thought. But her heart started beating faster at the thought her son may have become sexually aroused over her. Disgusted with herself, she tried to turn her attention back to the television but to no avail. She wondered what Vinod was up to in his bedroom. Was he reading one of those filthy stories? Was he writing another story? Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she got up and started for the door. She slowly moved up the stairs, ensuring that she did not make a sound. Once at the top of the stairs, Anju crept towards her son's bedroom. Standing outside it, she placed her ear against the door and listened. At first she could not hear anything then she became aware of springs creaking. Then she heard him muttering to himself. Her throat suddenly going dry, she pushed her ear harder against the door. "Oh, Mum…" she heard Vinod moan. My God! H-he's playing with himself, whilst thinking about her. "Oh, Mum. I do (aww) I do want you." Anju swallowed, she found she was trembling. "Christ! Mum, if I was Dad", she realised he meant his stepfather, "I wouldn't (oooh) be wasting my time (awww) watching that boring movie." She shouldn't be listening to this. "I (ungh) would have you in bed with me, fucking the l-life out of you and trying to get you (huff) pregnant." Anju suddenly felt her legs go weak. "Oh Mum (oooh), I wish I could fuck you. I'm sure t-that you would like my prick. It is so big and stiff!" The bedsprings were squeaking even harder, her son's voice getting louder. "Oh shit, Mum. I'm (huff) going to cum! (oooh) I wish I could cum inside you. I-I've got s-so much spunk in my balls, I'm (unngh) sure I could make your belly fat, m-make you pregnant! (uuuuunngggggg)!" Anju could not believe what her son was saying. Then she heard a flurry of activity from behind which suddenly stopped followed by a huge groan and realised that her son was having an orgasm. Suddenly she could picture him, naked on his bed. His erection in his hand, ejaculating, shooting white stuff onto his naked stomach. Then she saw herself equally naked on top of him, impaled to the hilt on his erection, taking his ejaculation, his potent sperm inside her. Nooooo! This is wrong! Slapping a hand over her sobbing face, Anju ran to her bedroom. Chapter 3 “What was that!?” Still gripping his now shrinking erection, Vinod froze. His ears straining, he listened for any more noises but he couldn’t hear anything. “Maybe it was all in his imagination.” He thought to himself. Finally he getting up, he put on his pyjamas and got into bed though it took him a while to fall asleep. His mind wondering whether there had been someone listening outside. Next morning, Vinod woke early. Feeling his hormones kicking in, he automatically reached for his papers inside his pillowcase. To his horror, he could not find them. “What?” Shaking himself awake, he gets on his knees and starts to inspect the pillow only find his papers on the bed underneath. “But he always puts them in the pillowcase to stop his parents finding out.” He felt sick. Getting out of bed, he dashed over to his desk and opened the drawer containing his secret stash. Going through he found it was all there but that doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been gone through. His heart was beating hard as he clambered back onto his bed. “What if his mother had found them? Or worst still, his stepfather?” No, not his stepfather. He would have clobbered him as soon as he had found out. But his mother? How would she react? What would she do if she knew that he wanted to desperately fuck her? Disgusted? Excited even? Oh God! If only she was excited! Maybe she would then realise that he could take care of all her sexual needs. Including giving her that baby she has been trying for all those years. He groaned as he felt himself becoming hard. Oh fuck! He did want to make his mother pregnant. But not by artificial insemination as he had written in his story. He wanted to give her his sperm the old-fashion way. Directly from his cock into her cunt. Even though he knew that what he was thinking is perverted, he instantly became erect. If only he had one night with her, he would make her fat with his seed. Oh how much he wanted to take his stepfather’s place in his mother’s bed. To fuck her and keep on fucking her. Pulling down his pyjama bottoms, he started to rub his aching erection. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine them naked with him on top of her fucking away. “Oh! Mum!” he gasped as he stroked himself harder and harder. He could hear her crying out. Shouting for him to fuck her harder and harder! Suddenly his cock exploded. Sperm leapt into the air as the boy moaned in orgasm. Within seconds, he was soaking with semen. Wow! He had never cum like that before! “If only she would let me fuck her!” he groaned to himself, frustrated. After a few minutes, he got up and showered. Going downstairs, he found her preparing breakfast. Despite his recent cum, he found himself hungrily looking at her body. His penis twitching in his pants. “Morning, Mum!” he said taking his place at the breakfast table. “Good morning!” she replied as she served him his plate of food. Strange, why isn’t she looking at him? Not once has she looked him since he had come down. While he ate his breakfast, she hardly said a word. “Wash your plate. I’m going to have my bath.” She finally said, getting up. “Okay.” the boy replied as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. She knows! She must do. Why else act strange like this? The idea that his mother knew that he liked reading/writing incest stories (particularly about mothers and sons) got his pulse going. His poor cock yet again started thickening and stiffening. Getting up, he put his plate in the sink and was about to wash it when it dawned on him what she was doing. “She’s taking a bath!” His lust clouding his thoughts (or encouraging them), the boy realised that this was a chance he could possibly see her naked. If only he could see her naked body. He groaned at the thought. Unable to resisted, the boy wiped his hands and made his way (very quietly) up the stairs. At the far end of the landing was the bathroom. As quietly as possible, he knelt down and peered through the keyhole. What he saw made his blood surge. The keyhole gave him an unrestricted view of his mother’s naked body. Her back towards him, she was bending over as she was stepping into the bath. He hungrily looked her thick, compact body. Paying particular attention to her large arse and heavy boobs which were swinging under their own weight. Though he had seen naked women in magazines, as far as he was concerned, none measured up to his mother’s matured body that he was seeing now. The mere sight caused the shaking lad to pull down his jeans and pants, freeing his aching tool. For the second time within an hour, the young boy was wanking himself off, the image of his mother’s flesh burning into his brain as he stroked himself up and down. He watched as she soaped her body. He growled as he saw her cup each of her breasts in turn, rubbing the soap in deeply. His cock thickened further as she washed her legs, her head thrown back. If only he was in there with her, giving her the shafting of her life. He hoped that once they had fucked, she would become as obsessed with him as he was with her. Gasping out his lust, Vinod’s hand went into overdrive as he whipped it up and down his hard shaft. Suddenly he gave a deep throated groan as he came, his semen splashing against the door. Still looking through the keyhole, he saw her react to his noise, her hands covering her boobs. “Who’s there? Vinod?” she cried out. But the boy, not caring at the moment, could only groan again, caught in the throes of his orgasm. The Sperm Donor Ch. 03 "What was that!?" Still gripping his now shrinking erection, Vinod froze. His ears straining, he listened for any more noises but he couldn't hear anything. "Maybe it was all in his imagination." He thought to himself. Finally he getting up, he put on his pyjamas and got into bed though it took him a while to fall asleep. His mind wondering whether there had been someone listening outside. Next morning, Vinod woke early. Feeling his hormones kicking in, he automatically reached for his papers inside his pillowcase. To his horror, he could not find them. "What?" Shaking himself awake, he gets on his knees and starts to inspect the pillow only find his papers on the bed underneath. "But he always puts them in the pillowcase to stop his parents finding out." He felt sick. Getting out of bed, he dashed over to his desk and opened the drawer containing his secret stash. Going through he found it was all there but that doesn't mean that it hasn't been gone through. His heart was beating hard as he clambered back onto his bed. "What if his mother had found them? Or worst still, his stepfather?" No, not his stepfather. He would have clobbered him as soon as he had found out. But his mother? How would she react? What would she do if she knew that he wanted to desperately fuck her? Disgusted? Excited even? Oh God! If only she was excited! Maybe she would then realise that he could take care of all her sexual needs. Including giving her that baby she has been trying for all those years. He groaned as he felt himself becoming hard. Oh fuck! He did want to make his mother pregnant. But not by artificial insemination as he had written in his story. He wanted to give her his sperm the old-fashion way. Directly from his cock into her cunt. Even though he knew that what he was thinking is perverted, he instantly became erect. If only he had one night with her, he would make her fat with his seed. Oh how much he wanted to take his stepfather's place in his mother's bed. To fuck her and keep on fucking her. Pulling down his pyjama bottoms, he started to rub his aching erection. In his mind's eye, he could imagine them naked with him on top of her fucking away. "Oh! Mum!" he gasped as he stroked himself harder and harder. He could hear her crying out. Shouting for him to fuck her harder and harder! Suddenly his cock exploded. Sperm leapt into the air as the boy moaned in orgasm. Within seconds, he was soaking with semen. Wow! He had never cum like that before! "If only she would let me fuck her!" he groaned to himself, frustrated. After a few minutes, he got up and showered. Going downstairs, he found her preparing breakfast. Despite his recent cum, he found himself hungrily looking at her body. His penis twitching in his pants. "Morning, Mum!" he said taking his place at the breakfast table. "Good morning!" she replied as she served him his plate of food. Strange, why isn't she looking at him? Not once has she looked him since he had come down. While he ate his breakfast, she hardly said a word. "Wash your plate. I'm going to have my bath." She finally said, getting up. "Okay." the boy replied as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. She knows! She must do. Why else act strange like this? The idea that his mother knew that he liked reading/writing incest stories (particularly about mothers and sons) got his pulse going. His poor cock yet again started thickening and stiffening. Getting up, he put his plate in the sink and was about to wash it when it dawned on him what she was doing. "She's taking a bath!" His lust clouding his thoughts (or encouraging them), the boy realised that this was a chance he could possibly see her naked. If only he could see her naked body. He groaned at the thought. Unable to resisted, the boy wiped his hands and made his way (very quietly) up the stairs. At the far end of the landing was the bathroom. As quietly as possible, he knelt down and peered through the keyhole. What he saw made his blood surge. The keyhole gave him an unrestricted view of his mother's naked body. Her back towards him, she was bending over as she was stepping into the bath. He hungrily looked her thick, compact body. Paying particular attention to her large arse and heavy boobs which were swinging under their own weight. Though he had seen naked women in magazines, as far as he was concerned, none measured up to his mother's matured body that he was seeing now. The mere sight caused the shaking lad to pull down his jeans and pants, freeing his aching tool. For the second time within an hour, the young boy was wanking himself off, the image of his mother's flesh burning into his brain as he stroked himself up and down. He watched as she soaped her body. He growled as he saw her cup each of her breasts in turn, rubbing the soap in deeply. His cock thickened further as she washed her legs, her head thrown back. If only he was in there with her, giving her the shafting of her life. He hoped that once they had fucked, she would become as obsessed with him as he was with her. Gasping out his lust, Vinod's hand went into overdrive as he whipped it up and down his hard shaft. Suddenly he gave a deep throated groan as he came, his semen splashing against the door. Still looking through the keyhole, he saw her react to his noise, her hands covering her boobs. "Who's there? Vinod?" she cried out. But the boy, not caring at the moment, could only groan again, caught in the throes of his orgasm. The Sperm Donor Ch. 04 Anju had been trying to relax in a nice hot bath while she still tried to come to terms regarding the revelation about her teenaged son, Vinod and just as importantly, how she had reacted when she heard him in his bedroom last night. "You are a pervert, Anju Chowdry." She whispered to herself. She couldn't believe what she imagined what it would be like... A tremor ran up her spine at the thought. Anyway, surely he can't really think of her like that? She had found her almost laughing out loud at the very thought. Although not ugly by any means, she has never been one to attract a lot of male attention. Even her husband had long since stopped looking at her like that and that the only reason they did have sex was to have a baby, nothing more. Even then, it took her a lot of coaxing to get him to 'perform'. No, Vinod was just going through a 'phase'. That's all. Young people his age, especially boys, are full of hormones. She closed her eyes and chuckled to herself as she remembered what boys were like when she was his age. "All boys are sex mad!" Her friend at school at the time had told her and she was right too. She stopped as she heard what sounded like a moan from outside the door. "Who's there? Vinod?" She cried out as she sat up straight, her arms wrapped around her heavy brown breasts. Her response was another moan. By God! Is Vinod spying on me? With that thought, another shiver ran down her spine as she clambered out of the bath. Pulling on her robe, she quickly went to the door and opened it. The hallway was deserted. Surely it wasn't my imagination was it? Am I going mad? She thought to herself as she stepped outside, into something wet and sticky. "What on Earth...?" Moving her foot away, she saw that there was a large stain on the floor where she had only a moment ago stood. Then across the floor, she sees more stains. This time as white globs. Oh my God! And there was globs on the wall and even on the door. "Oh Vinod." She sighed. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, Anju pulled her robe tightly around her as she walked to her room. With the door closed, she quickly dried herself and got dressed. All the while, her mind going round and round with the knowledge that Vinod was not only spying on her but playing with himself too. Once changed, she then cleaned up the stains by the bathroom before going downstairs. She did briefly consider going to his room and speak to him (unless he had left the house) but decided against it. Besides, what could she say to him without totally humiliating the boy. It's not his fault, she reasoned. He is a growing boy. Warming up some milk in the microwave, she took it into the living room where she slowly sipped it. Even so, she continued, she must stop it. It's not right for him to act like that. What will he do next? She felt another shiver. "See you later, mum!" Shouted Vinod as he shot out the door for school. Anju gave a sigh of relief know that she was now alone in the house. Putting her thoughts to one side for the moment, she got on with doing the housework.