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Making a Baby

By: 1FootGuy



I was pretty messed up when I got back from Viet Nam. I never got in the paddies like grunts and army but, as the loadmaster aboard an Air Force C-130 Hercules, I took out a lot of dead and wounded in my cargo bay. It really screws your head on sideways to see firsthand the damage war takes on all aspects of a human being: soul and body. I got out in late 1967, bounced around from job to job for a few years, and finally ended up using my GI Bill at Cabrillo Junior College in Aptos, a small town nestled along the northern edge of Monterey Bay between Monterey and San Francisco. I don't know if it would be considered the southern edge of Northern California or the northern border of Central California, but it was in the middle of the redwoods... which made it a tonic for my broken soul.

I found an apartment a few miles off campus. All of the tenants were students at Cabrillo, and the landlord and his wife were both adjunct professors at nearby UC Santa Cruz, a bus ride and two transfers away. The building itself was small and Spartan, six units, of which one was occupied by the landlord. Two of the tenants were like me, vets going to school on the GI Bill; we got along well from the beginning. The last units were occupied by four young women ranging in age from 18 to 24. We got to know them in the weeks before school started; we partied a little, smoked some weed and, by the first day of school, the three of us guys had slept with each of the four women. Got to remember- it was the 60's... free love, birth control pills, and burning bras on national television. We had our own little commune.

Even though my first class wasn't until 9, we all walked to the campus together and got there by 7:30. We would all have coffee and a donut in the Student Union, chat for a while, then all but I would run off to class. I always stayed around for another cup of coffee and to finish homework or read the paper until my class. Some of us got together for lunch sometimes, but usually we wouldn't see each other again until late afternoon. This went on for all of first semester

At the beginning of second semester, after the first day or two of classes, a new woman started hanging around with us. A little older, maybe mid to late 20's, Slim athletic build, shoulder length strawberry blonde, hazel eyes, Crest smile, tall but nicely put together. She wasn't what you would call eye candy but we all noticed her from the first time she sat down across from us at our usual booth. She sat by herself but kept looking over at us, her body language saying that she'd like to see what we were about. Finally, after the third day, Linda, the 24 year old, introduced herself, and told me to scoot over so the newcomer could join us. By the time the other six left, she was part of us if that's what she wanted, and that's what she seemed to want. 

The two of us were left behind for an hour. We flirted a little but her wedding band was obvious. Small chit chat, ever so slight southern drawl, maybe moved from North Carolina or Georgia as a kid. Typical first conversation: me Mike, her Alexi, what classes was she taking, which was I taking, had English Comp together! Favorite bands, favorite movies, then it was time for class. Saw each other in Comp, then I watched her get into an old VW van with the man I assumed was her husband. Linda and Paul, the jarhead, came over to my place that night and we talked about what a fox the new girl was. Paul was all for getting into her panties but Linda had already noticed the ring and said she was off limits. The way she said it was for the benefit of both of us. We drank a lot of wine, smoked up the better part of a lid, Paul went home, Linda spent the night in my bed, and we screwed until we both fell asleep- or passed out, not really sure which.

About a week later the clan, as usual, was talking in the Student Union before class. Somehow the conversation turned to names. I guess that's because two of us that had Lit classes had just picked up part of a lecture about when words became standardized in their spelling. 

"Even Shakespeare couldn't figure out how his name should be spelled: he first spelled it 'Shakspert' or something like that," Paul piped in.

"Hoss" Linda laughed, "can you spell Fiji?" 

"F-I-J-I" I replied, wondering where the trick was in the question.

"F-E-E-G-E-E, according to Moby Dick," she smiled.

"So! You're reading Melville," I quipped, "so I guess we should all be impressed."

She made a mocking bow and laughed. "Can't spell Eskimo, either," she added, "and I did a double-take the first time I saw how he spelled it. E-S-Q-U-A-M-O-U-X"

"So Mike," asked David, "How do you spell FISH?"

"P-H-Y-E-A-U-X," interrupted Andrea. We all laughed at that.

Alexi looked across the table at me. "Why do the guys call you Mike but the women call you Hoss?" The conversation more or less stopped at that moment. The guys sort of mentally started twiddling their thumbs and the women smiled and laughed out loud. For a second or two, each in turn got a wistful far off look, a thousand yard stare, in their eyes.

"You'll have to ask them," I replied.

Linda put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "'Cause he rides well in my saddle," she said with a leer and more than a bit of naughtiness in her voice. She leaned over and whispered something of obvious lechery in Alexi's ear; all five of the women laughed wickedly. 

"Really?" Alexi responded, still smiling but with an unfamiliar rakishness seeping into her voice. She had not taken her eyes off me.

Andrea, the cute 18 year old salaciously replied, "Oh my God yes!" I had taken her virginity the Friday before school started and she'd been a regular in my bed ever since. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her voice fell to a honey sweet whisper. "Every fucking word, every fucking inch," she sighed.

There was a reason that one, and every once in a great while two, of the four would be in my bed almost every night. I am, as they say in gentile crowds, well endowed. At a biker titty bar they would say I was hung like a fucking horse.

About that time everyone felt they had to leave for class so the conversation pretty much stopped at Andrea. Alexi lowered her eyes and blushed. "I should've figured it out myself," she whispered, "so I'm sorry you got embarrassed." She got up and left. 

Every guy I've ever met wishes he had a big cock, but I've got to tell you: having one presents problems of its own. I mean, it beats the alternatives but, in many ways, it's like women with enormous breasts: fun to look at, erotic to consider, but can be a real burden in everyday life. When I'm sexually aroused, my erection easily swells up to 2 inches above my navel, and it's 8 inches thick at the base. Fortunately it shrinks down to about 5 or 6 inches otherwise, but even then it's hard to hide, and the thickness is always there. Even men gawk at me in the gym as my member sort of unrolls like a fire hose out of my briefs. It is incredibly embarrassing if I get aroused in public; in spite of wearing the tightest bikini briefs I can tolerate to keep it contained, it will either slip down my thigh or slide behind my belt and up my shirt. Either way, it can't be hidden at that point. While I don't faint or even get light-headed, I've heard that some well hung men actually do when their cock engorges with blood. 

She didn't show up on Monday until everyone else had left for class. "You goin' to be around here for lunch?" she asked.

I nodded. 

"My husband is goin' to be lecturin' a class here in a few hours. We're goin' out for lunch after." 

She waited. It wasn't really a question or an invite so I wasn't sure what to say. "Wanna come along? He's buyin'."

I still wasn't sure where this was going. "OK," I said, but she noticed the momentary hesitation in my reply.

"Look, you an' him look almost like brothers so I wanted him to meet you." It seemed a really lame reason to me, but it was no less curious than the invite itself. 

She got emphatic. "I'm not kiddin' Mike, you two gotta have some common relative someplace along the line."

"OK," I said again, "lunch. We eating here?"

"Nah, pro'ly the Broken Egg. He really likes it there. We'll take you there, then back to your place."

We chatted a little more but she was distracted so the conversation seemed disjointed and unengaged. She was having a hard time keeping eye contact with me; something was up and I was going to join them just to satisfy my curiosity. 

She was standing next to the VW van parked at the curb. She waived when she saw me. "Over here, Mike!" she called. Her husband was in the driver's seat looking at the foot traffic crossing over the parking lot toward the waiting cars and bicycles. 

She opened the passenger door for me, opened up the side door behind, kissed her husband on the cheek, and took a place behind him on the long bench seat. 

"Jerry, this is Mike," she said with a silly pretend formality, "Mike, this is my husband Jerry."

We shook hands, he let up the clutch, and we started toward Santa Cruz.

"So Alexi tells me you gave a lecture today at Cabrillo," I said, trying to start some small talk. "How'd it go?"

"Good I guess," he replied nonchalantly, "basically just read part of my dissertation on Icelandic sagas." He knew his subject well. I nodded occasionally as he discussed learning the Nordic alphabet and grammar, the finer points of some of the writers, and the saga of some Nordic Viking king who died during the Battle of Hastings.

And Alexi was right about us looking like brothers; I would have at least thought cousins. He was maybe eight years older than me, maybe around 30, but could have easily passed off as relatives.

We pulled into the parking lot off Cooper and paraded into the legendary omelet house. After we had ordered and the waiter had brought our coffee, Jerry got down to business.

"Lexi is right. You and I could be brothers."

"Kind of uncanny, I'd say."

He smiled and she giggled. "Here's why we wanted to talk to you, Mike, but before we start, we need for you to promise that nothing goes out of here."

I sipped my coffee.

"Nothing," she added. Her face was sober. 

I nodded. "Whatever you tell me stays here," I replied, tapping my skull with my index finger.

They looked at each other furtively, quickly, as if each were trying to figure out who was going to start the story.

Alexi took the lead. "We been married for 'most six years now an' tryin' to get pregnant, but it never happens, so we both got ourselfs checked." She took his hand in both of hers.

"Seems my tadpoles don't like swimming..." Jerry gibed. His face looked chiseled, stiff, his thin smile seemingly frozen in place. 

"... but seems that I can be a fertile Myrtle."

"We'd like, actually she'd like and I'm OK with, you to get her pregnant."

Both watched for my reaction as if they were watching a piano fall from a tall building and anticipating when it would hit the ground. I set my cup down on the table. Test tube babies were still almost a decade away so their plight was real and seemingly insurmountable. If you didn't want to adopt, there were no alternatives. In spite of their sober sincerity and obvious consternation, the lecherous part of my mind almost made me laugh. Mmmmm, I thought... let me see if I got this right Jerry, you are asking me if I want to ravage your beautiful wife's body a few times a day for a few days, just to make sure she's knocked up... almost laughed, but didn't.

"I'm s'posed to ovulate this comin' Monday..."

"... and I'll be defending my dissertation most of the week that week..." 

The good twin side of my libido kicked in, finally. "Can I ask a few questions first?" 

The tension left both of them. "Sure," they replied in harmony.

Of course I knew all along I would be happy to fuck Alexi; they probably knew it, too. Testosterone left no doubt. I mean, how often is one man invited by another to impregnate his beautiful wife? We talked about the limits, where, when we would meet, and what my responsibility would be if she got pregnant. 

"None," he replied. "That's why she picked you. We look so much alike that no one we know would question who the father is." She nodded in agreement. "We've been looking for more than a year now..."

The limits were especially important to them. Once we had copulated during her fertile period, we would never see each other again unless she didn't get pregnant. They would never contact me except on two occasions: when she found out she was pregnant, and after the baby was born. In both cases I would find out through a personal ad in the San Jose Mercury. The first would be exactly two months hence and would say only, "It worked"; the last would be exactly 12 months from today and would say "Daddy! M" or "F" and the date of birth.

They would rent a bungalow at the Redwood Inn in Aptos for Monday through Thursday. He would drop her off at 6 in the morning and would pick her up at checkout time, 12:00. For their privacy and, to a certain extent my own, I volunteered to find my own way there. I knew the place; it was only a mile or so from my apartment.

Andrea and Linda both spent the night with me that night. My imagination went wild, and stayed that way all week end.

On that Monday I walked from my place to the Redwood Inn and got there a few minutes after 6. Alexi was standing in front of one of the little cottages with a key in hand, opening the door. The VW van was already gone. She was sans bra in a white jersey top and pale blue short cotton skirt. She looked a little tense as we crossed the threshold, her before me. 

Her hazel eyes met mine. "You know, Mike, I never tol' Jerry about the 'hoss' part," she said with a quick smile as she turned around to face me. I took the key from her hand and set it on the small dinette table behind us.

I laughed.

She continued, "I never slept with any man but Jerry, an' he's not real big." She laughed again after she thought about what she had just said. "I guess... have nothin' t' compare it to, I guess." It was a more relaxed laugh.

I touched her cheek. She quivered slightly, like she was cold. Her arms prickled with gooseflesh and her nipples stiffened. "Tell me what you want me to do, Alexi" I whispered softly in her ear. 

"Give me a baby," she cooed, and we began kissing, tenderly, softly at first. I let my fingers roam up and down her spine. Soon they were wandering under the thin jersey, onto her bare skin. 

Her kisses became more punctuated, more emphatic. A hand slid under her dress, under her panties, to caress her firm ass cheeks. The other came to the front and pinched her left nipple, then right, then kneaded the firm flesh until each nipple was taut. With a vixen's smile she pulled away from me for a moment, stepped out of her shoes, pulled the top over her head, and dropped her dress and panties to the floor.

My imagination had not done justice to what I saw standing in front of me. Her skin was very pale, an almost alabaster pink, and her blush filled her face and neck down to the cleavage of her nearly perfect tits. They arched gently down from her shoulders and curved up from beneath, capped at the peak with light pink nipples. They were not especially big but were firm and flushed with her rising passion. Her hips flared out softly from her waist, to her tapered thighs, and down each muscled calf. The delightful slit between her legs was shaved clean; the lips began to moisten and swell even as I watched.

She stepped back up to me and undid the buttons of my shirt. I pulled it off my shoulders. She unbuckled my pants and kind of gasped, a quick little intake of air, when she saw my swollen manhood pushing against my navel. It happens every time. 

"Oh m'God!" she sighed as my pants fell to the floor, "Linda wasn't lyin'" She began to stroke it. I slid my thumbs under the elastic and let them fall to the floor. Clear fluid secreted out of the single massive lip at the tip of the bulbous head. "You really are as big as a hoss."

I carried her into the bedroom, passionately kissing her all the while. I laid her on top of the comforter, kicking my sandals off as I walked. 

I stood for a moment at the end of the bed, looking with unbridled lust at her body and the beautiful pink petals, now moist with her dew, luring me like the Sirens lured the ancient sailors. She had propped herself up on her elbows and was intently staring at my cock. It stared right back. "I don't know if I can fit all that in me," she said with a little hint of fear in her voice. 

I've tried to address this fear with other women in the past, but usually it doesn't matter because every woman I've ever bedded has taken every inch, and never complained. It's all in the foreplay. So I just kneeled on the edge of the bed, parted her legs at the knees, and began kissing the inside of her thighs, moving ever upwards to the soft pink swell of her pussy.

"What're you doing?" she moaned softly as I parted her cunt lips with my tongue. Her head collapsed onto the pillow. Her hands were on the back of my head and her hips were pushing upward, crushing my mouth onto her soft moist flesh. "Oh my sweet God!" she purred, "Jerry never done anything like this to me." I was teasing her clit with my tongue when she first came. Then it was all animal sounds. Crying, mewling, growling. It took her a little by surprise and seemed to go on for a long time. I continued to eat her pussy while her legs quaked and she gulped for breath in quick little moans and sighs. "Ahh, don't stop," she kept gasping, "I'm on fire, I'm goin' t' cum baby, Oh God Jerry never did this you bastard don't stop I'm cummin' oh my God I'm cummin'" I slid a finger, then a second, and finally a third, all searching for the little spot inside her that would drive her body wild. Her hips rose up off the mattress and her body stiffened as the voltage of her orgasm swept through her, bolt after bolt. 

My mouth moved up her body to consume her breasts and nipples, her neck, and finally our lips and tongues began a lurid duel. The head of my cock started parting the slick opening to her well lubricated pussy.

Here's a fact: babies come out of the same hole, and my cock is nowhere near the size of a newborn. But, at childbirth, there are hormones that cause things to physically change, allowing a woman to accommodate birth. Foreplay, especially cunnilingus, causes similar physical changes. Without extensive foreplay, sex with me would be painful so I guess you could say that having a big cock has turned me into a much more empathetic, accommodating lover.

But that doesn't change a universal fact: women are never ready to take me into their body once my cockhead has parted their engorged lips and the thick, veiny shaft begins its penetration. As their pussy lips stretch and wrap around the thick helmet, they grimace. As the head begins to slide into the moist flesh, their mouth forms an "O" and their eyes open wide; the grimace changes to a look of near shock. Then the helmet slides over the G spot; that's when their eyes shut tight and primal lust takes over. By the time I'm completely inside, after the first several thrusts, pyres of passion consume all reason; their hips have already started gyrating to the orgiastic rhythms of sex and their body is quivering with uninhibited sensuality. Alexi was no different.

We stayed in the missionary position for quite some time. But let's be honest: time and the acts of sex become relative to each other. We started with slow, sensual love-making. I bit her nipples and took a firm breast into my mouth completely. Our moans and sounds came from deep within the animal parts of our brain; they were primal. As I began a downward thrust deep into her womb, she would cry out quickly and meet my thrust with an upward tilt of her hips. Her legs were wrapped around my thighs, the firm muscles pushing me deeper into her body. Her fingers, wrapped around my neck, wandered aimlessly across my shoulders and arms as our tongues teased and tortured each other. My thrusts became harder and faster as I felt the tingle of an orgasm move its way from my cock to my brain.


Making a Baby



He stared at the wriggling woman who was face down on the bed. Her hands tugged at the ropes keeping her tied to the headboard. Her legs weren't tied but they were spread at the moment and he could see that no matter what she might have said in the beginning, her dripping little cunt was proof enough that she wanted him to do this, wanted him to take her.

And he needed the release. He needed to hear her begging for it. Moaning like a whore, creaming on his cock, as she squealed out her pleasure. And having her at his mercy, so she couldn't stop him after that initial orgasm... he couldn't wait to feel her milking his cock of all his cum.

"You look so pretty all tied up with nowhere to go, baby."

She turned her head some, glaring at him and mumbling threats into the ball gag he'd popped between her lips earlier. Not that he didn't love the cursing and the screaming... but the muffled cries made him so hard.

"And you're so wet for me. I bet I could diddle that little clit a couple times and have you dripping cum on my fingers. Do you want that? Do you want me to make your pussy cum?"

Another glare, tinged with lust, was sent his way and she struggled against the ropes again. He just chuckled and crawled up the bed. He saw her tense up, her body completely rigid. His fingers wrapped around her ankles and he spread her legs wide, pushing them up as well, until she was on her knees, both her holes open to his gaze.

And gaze he did. Her pussy was shaved, giving him an unobstructed view of her puffy lips, her barely hidden pearl. Sliding one finger from her asshole to her slit, he felt her shiver as the digit slid between her nether lips. As he lifted his hand, a trail of her sticky juice came with him and he smeared it over that crinkled little brown hole.

She jerked at this, squealing through the gag. He thought he heard a muffled, "No please," but he ignored her possible words and pushed his finger into the tightest ass he'd ever had the pleasure to feel. She grunted as he sunk it two knuckles deep and he pulled it back out, only to smear more of her cream over it. Two fingers pushed back through this time and he used his other hand to spread her ass cheeks.

"Does my little slut like it? Does she like feeling me finger her tight ass? I bet she'd love to feel something else in there. Something bigger, harder. But not today."

She visibly relaxed and he bit back a laugh. Like she could've stopped him if he wanted to fuck her ass. But that pussy of hers was too good to pass up. Wrenching his fingers from her butt, he used both hands to spread her open. Her pink folds were drenched, glistening with her readiness. He shuffled behind her, setting his cock at the entrance to her treasure.

"Okay baby. No anal tonight, because you asked me so nicely."

She moaned as he slowly began to press inside. Her cunt sucked him in, pulling at him, rippling over inch after inch. His hands flexed on her ass, his fingers digging in hard as he moved forward until he felt his thighs pressed against her skin, his balls getting gooey as they rested against her pussy lips. He twitched as he felt himself as deep in her as he could be.

"Let's go for a ride baby," he whispered.

Then he pulled back and thrust hard, her scream clearly audible through the gag. Her body bucked up against him and he held her tight, punishing her with the force of his fucking. His palms slid up to her waist and he pulled her back onto him as he shoved deep. She was so fucking tight, so wet for him.

He looked down to her hands, watched as she clenched her fingers into the sheets, clawing at the material. He stared at that movement as his hips drilled into her and he covered her body more, his weight collapsing on her, keeping her legs spread but flattening her more into the mattress.

Then he brought his hands up, covering hers and linking his fingers between her outstretched hands. She cried out over and over as he humped against her, buried deep and not really slipping out. His hips bumped against her as he picked up the pace.

"How's my little slut doing? You like this? You like my cock inside your fucking cunt?"

She twisted her head so she could look at him and he saw the pleading gaze, knew what she needed to get off. He had her in such a position that she couldn't rub against something, couldn't touch herself. He took one hand and slid it beneath her body, squirming around until his fingers found the wetness. She groaned and then let out a small squeal as he pinched her clit.

Her body jumped and squeezed him and he fought to keep from coming. Toying with her pleasure button, he rubbed it hard, moving back and forth like a windshield wiper in a monsoon. She grunted and buried her head into the pillows. He pistoned into her again and felt her little box grip him hard. She screamed into one of the pillows and he scraped a nail over the distended nerves.

"Let me feel it my little cumslut. Let me feel you milk my cock."

She thrashed as he kept a grip on her, her twitching body yielding to his touch. She sobbed and he felt her shudder. He didn't stop after she'd gotten her pleasure. No, he used her cum to keep her slippery for him and he traced figure eights over her little nub.

She cried out again and he knew she was asking for him to stop. But he snickered as he bit her neck, sucking hard and staring at the bruise as he began fucking her again. He was close now. Close to cumming. Close to filling her up like he'd always wanted to do.

He pictured it, his cum sinking into her womb, making a baby, knocking her up. She'd never leave him then. He'd have a personal slut for the rest of his life. And he could use her body every day. All the time. He wanted that, more than anything.

So he doubled his efforts. He held tight to her hips and hammered away at her body, giving her punishing thrusts and delighting in the noises she made. He felt his nuts tighten, could practically feel the cum boiling in his sac. And then he told her, because he knew she'd hate him for it.

"I'm going to cum baby. I'm going to come inside your dirty little whore cunt. You want it. You want to feel my sperm inside you, to feel it coat your walls. I'll give it to you just like you want it. I'll give you all my cum, and we'll make a baby."

She shrieked and bucked against him but he just shoved himself deep and let loose torrents of cum. He lay flat against her, his body jerking with each jet of semen. When he was finally done, spent and empty, he slowly lifted his hips. She moaned as his length left her and he stared at the vision in front of him.

Too tired to fight him anymore, her legs were splayed wide and her freshly fucked hole was red and used. She shuddered and he watched the first dollop of his cum start to seep out of her. As it dribbled down between her lips he felt a twitch in his dick.

He couldn't go again so soon, could he? As his spunk pooled onto the sheets though, he grabbed his cock and began stroking it. He pictured her growing round with his child, how her tits would grow, how her nipples would become oh so sensitive.

He needed her again, needed to feel her around him. She lifted her head and looked at him, no doubt getting ready to ask to be released. She saw his erection and shook her head. "Not again," she mumbled. "Not so soon."

He grinned and nodded, jumping back onto the bed and flipping her over. Her arms crossed over her head, blocking her vision. And her breasts squished together. With a grunt of satisfaction he knelt between her thighs and pushed himself into her battered hole once again.

"Yes baby. Again and again. We're making a baby tonight."



Making a Baby



All characters are 18 years or older.

I would like to thank woodlands1946 for taking the time to review my story.

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"Oh Fuck Charles. Yes! Oh yes! I'm going to cum. Cum with me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" his wife shrieked as he pounded her hard. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her body squirmed under him coaxing his sperm to surge out of his nuts. However, it was getting harder and harder for him to enjoy the experience. 

For a while now they've been trying to start a family, and at first it was fantastic having sex two to three times a day. But now after a month of trying every single day it became more of a job then sexual pleasure.

"Oh Charles! Oh! Oh! OH!" his wife howled as her body quivered. Her orgasm had always thrilled him and his sperm readied to release. Ramming his cock hard into her, he held it there until his baby making juices filled inside her.

Come on you little fuckers. Find the egg.  He thought as his sperm pumped out.

Exhausted he crashed his sweaty body on top of his wife, and she held him tight to her. Her breath raced as she tried to speak.

"That was great honey. I'm sure this will be the time," she said and kissed his cheek thinking.

Please... please let this be the one. 

Leaning up he kissed her back keeping his cock inside her. Which was another thing they were told to try.

After kissing for several minutes Rylee told him to roll off, and he held her hand as they lay with their backs on the bed and fell asleep.

Their wishful thoughts went unanswered once more. And several times after that until finally Rylee said, "Honey I think we need to see if there's a problem with one of us."

Charles looked at his wife and admired her beauty. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and danced across her perky chest. Rylee wasn't large like her mother. Only being a size B. But that was perfect in Charles's eyes. Everything about her was flawless. At 5'-4, he was able to comfortably walk with her under his arm and he loved looking at her tiny ass. Her baby blues and light pink lips would make his heart flutter every time he would look at her.

"Well what do you think?" Rylee asked.

"Uh? Oh." Charles replied.

"I guess so," he hesitantly said.

"Good I'll make us an appointment."

Charles really didn't like the idea, fearing maybe it was him that had the problem. However, after having some embarrassing tests done it was confirmed they both were okay.

"So what is the problem then doctor?" Rylee questioned.

"Sometimes there just isn't an answer I'm sorry to say. The best thing to do is keep trying."

And try they did. For another two months without success. They even went to other doctors and took more tests. The answers and results were the same. The whole process was now taking a toll on both of them, and Rylee was getting depressed. So once, again they went to the doctors.

"There is another option but it's not covered by your insurance and a little expensive. We could try In vitro fertilization." The doctor explained.

"How does that work?" Charles asked.

"We harvest some eggs from Rylee and fertilize them with your sperm. Then place them back inside Rylee."

"Oh. Well that doesn't sound bad."

"You understand they're still is a risk that Rylee's body might reject the egg after we reinsert it, and the process would have to be done over again. And, like I said, it's expensive."

"How much we talking here?" Rylee questioned."

"Somewhere between ten and twenty thousand. It depends on how many times we have to do the process."

"Oh... that is expensive." Rylee said.

Charles saw Rylee's face and knew she was getting depressed.

"Okay doc thanks. We'll talk this over and get back to you."

Charles led his wife out of the office and held her close as they walked towards the car.

"Don't worry honey. If we have to go this route, I'll find some way to come up the money."

Rylee looked upon her husband's face with a forced smile. She knew they couldn't afford that much right now.

The next day when Charles went to work, Rylee went to see her mother. Rylee and her family were close, and she needed to talk to someone who would understand what she was going through. After greeting her mom with a hug, she began to cry.

"Honey. What is it?"

"Sorry Mom. I just needed a good cry. I don't know what to do."

"You and Charles having problems?"

"Kind of. We've been trying for a baby for almost six months now. The doctors don't know why I'm not getting pregnant. They offered to do invitro, but that's something we just can't afford." Rylee said as her tear filled eyes peered at her mother.

Rylee's mom Veronica was in her early 40's. Her size and complexion were similar to her daughters except she carried a size C cup. Her hair, blonde like her daughters, wasn't long but cut short and ended at her neck. Like Rylee, her parents married right out of high school and gave birth to her not long after that. 

Her father, Abe being only a couple of months older than her mom, was beginning to show some gray. Being in the construction business, he stayed fit and unknown to her mother Rylee always enjoy how her father looked. In her eyes, he was a very handsome man.

"Calm down honey. Let's see if we can come up with something. I'm sure there's a way." 

Mother and daughter talked for a couple of hours. Rylee began to feel less depressed and more open with her mom. She became so comfortable talking with her, she started to describe in great detail how her and Charles would make love. 

Shocked at first, Veronica couldn't believe that her daughter was telling her all the nasty things her and Charles did in the bedroom. However, she figured her daughter must have needed to get it off her chest. What she wasn't prepared for was how Rylee's talking was affecting her. As her daughter talked, she felt a twinge between her legs. At first, it was barely noticeable, but as Rylee went on it grew. 

Oh my god! My daughter is getting me horny.  Veronica thought.

Veronica clamped her legs together and placed her hand on top of her skirt. She lightly pressed down between her thighs to ease the building pressure she felt in her pussy. Her mind started to wander as her daughter carried on. She was soon vividly seeing herself getting fucked by Charles. Her pussy went moist, and her heart raced as her excitement became too much to control. Without thinking, her hands pushed down harder between her legs. They willingly parted to make room. She could feel herself close to cumming as her young imaginary stud sank his steel tool deep inside her.

 "Yes! Yes! Deeper! Harder!  Her mind said as her boy toy thrust and pushed.

"Mom!"

"Uh? Oh... Sorry dear. I was thinking of how to resolve your problem." Veronica replied, feeling her face turn flush.

"Will you excuse me honey? Mommy has to pee."

"Okay Mom. I'll go make some tea."

Veronica went into the bathroom and wasted no time quickly dropping her panties to slide three fingers deep inside her wet snatch as she sat upon the toilet seat. Her mind raced back and replayed the nasty visions of Charles slamming into her. 

"Oh fuck! Oh yes. Charles... Oh... Fuck me. Give me your sperm. I want to feel it filling me." Veronica moaned above a whisper as her fingers feverishly fucked her soaked twat sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

"OH! OH! OH FUCK!" she wailed as her body quivered from the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"Oh yes honey. I just um... found the mess your dad left in the shower."

"Oh" Rylee laughed.

"I know what you mean. I can't get Charles to clean up after himself either."

As Veronica fixed herself, she mulled over how many years it has been since she came like that. She and her husband still had an active sex life, but for the last 10 years, there wasn't much excitement. The romance was just about gone. That's when a devious idea immerged.

I couldn't. She'd never go for it. But what if she did?  Veronica thought as she exited the bathroom and walked towards her daughter who was sipping her tea in the living room.

Gracefully sitting back down of the sofa, she found the courage to share her idea with her daughter.

"Rylee, what if I became your surrogate."

"What! You're kidding right Mom? I mean... you are, aren't you?" Rylee replied looking very puzzled.

"No. I thought about it, and it seems to make perfect sense. The baby would still be part of you since you are part of me."

"I... I don't know Mom. I'm not sure how I would feel with you have sex with my husband. I don't think I would even be able to talk to Charles about this. It's just so... well... so weird."

"I think you're right. I mean, I would have to sell the idea to your father also. Even though I always did want another child."

"Oh... you never mentioned that before Mom."

"It's something I don't like to talk about. Your father and I tried like you two are now. However, it just wasn't meant to happen. We finally gave up when you turned six, figuring too much time had passed by."

Rylee listened to her mother's story and felt sorry for her. In a strange way, her mother's suggestion was starting to sound like a good idea. Her mother's proposal would help both out, and that made her feel good inside. 

"Listen Mom, I've been thinking, and you may be correct about this. I'll mention it to Charles tonight and see what he thinks."

"I think we should discuss this with everyone together. Since it would affect us all drastically."

Rylee thought about it and agreed. The women made plans on what night to talk to their husbands, and Rylee departed feeling much better about her situation than when she arrived.

That night, she told Charles about her visit to her parents, and how she needed to have a family discussion with him and her parents over at their house.

Charles looked puzzled but saw that whatever she had talked about with her mother had greatly improved her spirits. Rylee looked much more chipper than when he left this morning. So, Charles just blindly agreed with his wife's wishes.

The next night, they drove over to her parent's house for dinner and the discussion. Charles never minded visiting Rylee's parents. He and Abe had much in common. They both worked in construction and enjoyed watching sports. He also didn't mind seeing Veronica again since being around her made him feel good. Her upbeat personality and great complexion would make him feel welcomed. Not to mention how he still sneaked a peeks at her chest and ass like he had done when he and Rylee were dating. 

Veronica made a lasagna knowing it was her husband's and Charles favorite dish, and kept the wine flowing hoping the diner and drinks would make their talk much easier. It all seemed to be working out fine. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves.

"Let's go into the living room for our talk. Here Rylee, take the bottle of wine with you. The men's glasses look almost empty." Veronica said as she cleaned off the table.

Rylee, Charles and Abe ventured into the living room. Rylee motioned for her husband to sit upon the couch, as she filled his glass. Then turned and did the same for her father who as usual took his place in his favorite chair. However, as she poured the red liquid into his glass, he questioned.

"You know what this is all about Rylee?

"Mom is coming now. I think she can explain it better than I can."

Veronica walked up to Rylee and said.

"Thanks honey. I'll take that. Go sit down next to Charles."

Veronica took the wine from Rylee and topped her own glass off placing the bottle on the coffee table before unusually sitting on her husband lap.

The room was silent as Veronica took a big gulp of wine and set her glass on the end table before she started to speak.

"Now that we are all comfortable I guess I can go over what Rylee, and I came up with the other day that would help with the problem they're having."

"What problem?" Abe asked.

"Your daughter and Charles have been trying to give us a grandchild for over a half year now, so far without any success."

"Oh... Is that all?" Abe chuckled. "I thought someone was dying or something."

"Listen Abe. This is a big deal. Remember back when we also tried for another child before giving up?"

Abe stopped laughing and said, "Oh... Yes... Sorry" as he looked at his wife.

"So here is what we propose..." Veronica said as she momentarily paused to take another big gulp of her wine and finished by saying.

"We feel maybe I could be a surrogate."

Rylee clutched her husband's hand when she heard him yell out.

"Are you nuts?"

Abe squirmed in his chair and choked when his brain realized what his wife just proposed.

"Veronica that's crazy!" he shouted

"Listen you two!" Rylee yelled and stood up.

"Before you both get hysterical, let Mom finish."

Both men went silent and Rylee sat back down taking her husband's hand back into hers as her mother once again spoke.

"Like I was saying, we feel it is a good alternative. Rylee told me how much the invitro could cost and there is no guarantee that would even work. This way at least the child would still be related.

"This is just too crazy for me to comprehend." Charles said as all kinds of emotions filled his body.

"Think honey. It would mean we could have our baby." Rylee said, as she looked deep into her husband's eyes.

"Are you hearing yourself? You're asking me to ffu... I mean... have sexual intercourse with your mother."

"I agree with you Charles, I think they both flipped their lids."

"Hush Abe! You're not the one that would be carrying the child for nine months. I would."

Abe knew by his wife's face, she was dead serous on doing this. However, as he looked at her, his brain pictured Charles and her having sex. For some strange reason, it was turning him on.

Charles was silent and couldn't believe what was taking place and ponder over what was being asked of him.

My wife wants me to actually fuck her mom? Her hot mom? And her mom wants this also? 

Charles looked over at Veronica as she sat on Abe's lap and noticed her shapely bum protruding off his legs. His eyes gazed upon her skirt that rose up high on her thigh showing off her sexy legs. 

I couldn't do this. It would be crazy to accept this.  He thought as his eye trailed up her body and admired her lush globes.

 But what if I did?  Charles pondered as he saw himself sucking on her breasts, making her moan in sexual delight.

The room fell still, as no one talked for several minutes. All of them were in deep thought until Rylee broke the silence.

"Well? What do you think?"

"Uh... Um... I... I don't know." Charles replied, looking over at Abe for his response.

"I... think we all need some time to think this over." Abe said as he patted his wife's thigh, which drew Charles gaze back upon it. Charles didn't realize Abe had caught him staring at his wife, and that he noticed the bulge growing in his pants. Seeing Charles get turned on strangely only heightened his own sexual curiosity. So as Charles looked on, he slid his hand across his wife's skirt slowly pulling it up higher revealing more of her thigh for him to admire.

Charles was snapped out of his trance when Veronica pulled her skirt back down and announced.

"No... we need an answer tonight. While it's fresh on our minds."

"Are you sure you're okay with this Rylee?" Abe said as he looked at his daughter.

"Yes daddy. I want a baby in our lives." Rylee said and gazed upon Charles with a pleading appearance.

Charles turned and looked at Abe, who gave him a slow nod indicating he was now fine with the idea.

"Okay honey. Since Abe is all right with it. I'll give it a try."

Rylee leaned in and hugged her husband hard, and tears filled her eye as she thanked him several times.

Veronica and Abe hugged too, but Veronica whispered into his ear.

"You are sure you're okay with this."

Abe held his wife and nodded yes.

Charles and Rylee broke their hug and kissed passionately until Veronica interjected.

"Okay you two, wait until you're back home. Right now, we have to work out the details on how we're going to do this."

After talking for an hour it was decided that her parent's house was the best place. Since it took Abe the longest to get home after work. They could be finished before he arrived, and also Charles wouldn't feel guilty having another woman in his own bed. This also put Rylee's mind at ease, since she still didn't know how she truly felt about her mother sleeping with her husband.

The young couple left and didn't talk much on the drive home. Both were obviously mulling over in their heads what they had just agreed to do. It wasn't until that night as they both lay in bed that Rylee spoke.

"Charles I hope you know how happy this will make me."

"You're really sure honey?" Charles said as he rolled over on his side and stroked the hair from her eyes.

Her beauty still affected him, and as he stared into her eyes, his cock began to grow.

Rylee touched her husband's arms and moved closer to him. Her soft breasts brushed against his chest, and she whispered, "Yes."

Charles pulled her closer and kissed her passionately as their legs intertwined and his hard club ground against her body. Her hips moved and she rubbed her pussy against his thigh. He could feel her heat and wetness grow as their kissing increased in speed. Fondling each other, their lust heightened. He rolled Rylee on her back and centered himself between her legs. Her breathing heaved as her husband slid his steel pole across her mound. She pushed up trying to nudge his meat between her wet pussy lips. Charles kept grinding across her pussy. Her moans grew in intensity as they kissed. Then Rylee broke the kiss, and in a huffing voice said. "Take me."

Charles pulled back, lowering his knob until he felt it break past her velvet lips. Her body shook as her legs spread wider, and her hands pushed on his ass easing him deeper inside her. Slowly at first he moved in and out. However, the tempo increased quickly, and it wasn't long before he was fucking her madly, their bodies crashing against one other. Rylee clawed at her husband's back as her body bucked and twisted. Working his joystick as deep as it could go as she wailed and moaned.

"Fuck me Charles. Fuck me."

Charles pushed and pulled working his thick man meat as fast as he could until Rylee's wrap her legs around his waist and squeezed tightly. Her back arched off the bed, and she whimpered. "I'm cumming."

Charles fucked her hard. Her fluids gushed past his cock, and he could feel his balls getting wet from her juices. With one mighty final push, his cum exploded, and his body trembled as she bucked wildly through their orgasms.

Rolling off his wife. Charles was surprised by how hot they fucked, and he wasn't the only one.

"Oh my god Charles. That was incredible."

Panting, Charles replied. "Yes... we sure got carried away that time."

"Yeah..." Rylee replied, still being short winded herself. 

Rylee scrunched up next to her husband and ran her finger lightly across his chest. Charles took her in his arms and held her until the both fell asleep.

Unfortunately, the incredible sex they experienced that night was the last Charles would have in over a week. Rylee convinced him to save up his man juices for his special night with her mom. Figuring it would increase the chances of conceiving.

Charles began having doubts again when the first scheduled date arrived. However, he was reassured by Rylee's spirits when she kissed him good-bye before leaving to meet Veronica.

Veronica was getting ready and felt a strange feeling in her gut. She hadn't felt that feeling in years. It was the feeling of anticipation, like she had the first time she and her husband made love. Her pussy started to ooze as she stripped herself naked and took a quick shower. She desperately wanted to lower her hand between her legs and ease the building sexual desire she was experiencing. However, she knew Charles would be there at any moment. Quickly finishing her shower, she dried herself off and stood by her dresser to admire her naked complexion in the mirror for a moment.




Making a Baby



Can I still excite a young man?  She evaluated as she reached for her perfume dabbing a tiny amount behind her ears and on her neck. Then, with a devil's grin she dabbed a small amount at the center of her chest, then her tummy and finally placed the last drop right above her pussy slit.

You're so bad. 

The doorbell rang, and a rush of excitement ran through her body.

He's here. This is it. No backing out now.  She told herself as she reached for her long black satin robe and tied it closed over her nakedness.

Charles jaw dropped open when Veronica answered the door in her sexy robe. His eyes immediately focused on the bare skin were the robe divided between her chest. The inner globes of her large breasts were exposed. The robe unfolded almost down to her navel merging there where a small satin belt tied it closed.

"Don't just stand there gawking. Come in." Veronica chuckled taking Charles by the hand and coaxing him into the house.

Veronica sashayed into the living room, and Charles felt his dick swelling as he followed. He watched and heard the material of her robe swish as it hugged firmly to the rounded globes of her ass. 

"Would you like a drink first?" Veronica asked, looking over her shoulder and casting her best flirtatious glare.

"Umm... I... ah... well..." Charles mumbled.

Veronica turned around and took him by the hands.

"Calm down Charles." She said as she moved in closer to him and whispered.

"I won't bite."

"Well... I... I don't know Veronica. Mmm... maybe this is a mistake."

"I think you're just nervous. Maybe this will help" Veronica said as her fingers worked the knot free on her robe and slowly peeled it open. 

Charles's mouth watered as he observed the robe inching further apart. Her gorgeous breasts broke free and exposed her hard nipples and large lightly colored areolas for him to see. His eyes drifted down her body, past her navel until he admired her neatly shaved blond covered mound. His Mr. Happy, now completely stiff, had no problem with it whatsoever. His eyes surveyed back up her body, and he saw her smiling back at him.

What do you think?" Veronica teased, as her hands held the robe fully open.

Charles could only nod his head up and down. Her nakedness hypnotized him.

Veronica looked down and saw his raging boner proudly poking at his trousers.

"I see you like it."

Charles gazed at her looking at his wood, and it twitched when she licked her lips. Veronica reached out and offered him her hand. He took it, and she led them into her bedroom.

Standing next to the bed, Veronica pivoted Charles until he faced her. With his back to the bed she once again made the first move, delicately kissing Charles on the lips. At first, he just stood there, but as she lightly kissed him again, his mouth parted and accepted her soothing lips. His emotions built, as she seductively kissed him until his shaking hands gingerly touched her waist. His palms rubbed lightly over her tender flesh as the sexual steam intensified within him. 

Veronica could feel the passion grow between them as their kisses had more feeling. Sensing her young lover's hands touching her softly, she followed suit and enclosed her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until her bare mound pressed against his trousers. A shiver of excitment unleashed in her, and she faintly sighed when she felt his hard appendage pressing against her. Her pussy was on fire. However, she still detected a smidgen of resistance in Charles. 

Cautiously working her hands upon his body, she started to unbutton his shirt as she left his mouth and kissed his neck.

Charles loved the way Veronica was making him feel. Her soft and lovely touch was sending waves of pleasure through his body. His body would tingle every time her lips pecked his neck.

I can't believe I'm doing this. He thought as he felt his shirt being pulled from his body. His fear was complete gone and was replaced by raw lust. He wanted her. 

Totally excited, his hands drifted from Veronica's waist and cupped her firm buns. Pulling her tight to him, he ground his raging cock against her mound.

"Oh... yesss!" Veronica hissed. Sensing that he fully accepted what they were doing, her own body trembled with excitement. She unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them to the floor. 

Charles sucked on her neck grasping at her ass as she reached into his boxers and took his thick hard dick into her hands.

"Oh... Oh... V..." he growled as her hand stroked up and down his shaft long and slowly.

"Shh... Lover... I want this to last. We're going to enjoy this. I want you to remember this night." Veronica said as she eased his boxers down with her free hand and whispered, "just like I am."

Charles felt every stroke, and his hunger to take her grew rapidly. Holding Veronica tightly by the ass, he kissed her deeply, keeping his feet on the floor. With his back to the bed, he leaned back and fell crashing on the bed, taking her with him. Veronica slithered upwards still stroking his thick shaft.

"I want you Charles. I want you bad," she whispered and spread her legs over his waist.

"Christ Veronica. I want you too." Charles said as his hands reached up and cupped her large breasts in both his hands.

Holding Charles's dick, Veronica lowered herself down slowly rubbing his acorn across her vulva.

Charles could feel her heat and wetness as she rubbed his head back and forth. 

"Oh shit," he exclaimed when he pushed up and sent the tip of his pecker a smidgen inside her labia. But Veronica still held his cock firmly and was controlling how far he could enter her. Only letting him penetrate her in small increments as she kept rubbing him across her folds.

Charles released his hold on her chest and held onto her hips firmly. Her body moved to and fro, forcing his penis to massage her clit until she shifted her hand. Holding his shaft backwards as she lowered herself even more, she sent his thick missile halfway inside.

"OH! God! So big," she exclaimed as her pussy accepted the girth of her new lover.

Charles felt her lips part as his cock slipped slickly inside her hot vagina. He couldn't take anymore. The feeling to thrust was so great. He needed to fuck her. He needed to fuck her hard. Grasping her hips tightly he pulled her down as he rocketed his ass off the bed. His cock smashed deep inside her, and she fell forward. Her hands landing on his chest steadying herself as Charles raced his raging boner in and out.

"Oh... OH fuck! Charles so deep. So fast. You're going to make me cum," she said as her body filled with waves of sexual pleasure her stud was giving her.

Charles felt his own orgasm building. With his feet still planted firmly on the floor he pushed up harder and tried to get himself even deeper inside. He could feel her cunt tighten on him every time he pulled back.

Veronica sat up and forced herself down hard on his massive cock. She gyrated her hips quickly, riding him cowgirl style. They both moaned and groaned until she screamed, "I'm cumming! Oh fuckkk!

Charles exploded too as soon as he felt her body quiver on him. Thrusting up as his dick pumped its baby juices inside her hot womb until she fell backwards, catching herself with her hands on his thighs. Her pussy still moved up and down slowly on his tool, milking whatever sperm was left inside him.

Charles sat up and forcefully took hold of her. Smashing her chest to his as he madly kissed her. Her legs squeezed tight over his, and she slowly rocked her cunt on his pole until she felt it rising once more.

"Oh Charles you're getting hard again," she whispered between kisses.

Charles held her tight as he rolled over until she was under him. Taking hold of her legs, he pulled them tight to his chest. As he stood up on the floor, he motioned her ass to end of the bed. With a powerful thrust, he sank his dick balls deep back inside her. 

"OH Charles!" Veronica moaned as her young lover fucked her hard and fast.

Her body shook as another orgasm shot through her. Then another, and another! Charles showed no signs of stopping as he pounded away, sending her into a complete blissful state. Never had she had so many orgasms. Her moans and wails turned into screams as he feverishly fucked away at her.

Charles was mad with lust. His only desire was to fuck her with everything he had. He felt his sperm rush to the tip and wished it didn't as Veronica screamed uncontrollably.

"I'm cumming! Shit... I'm... Oh... Oh Christ!" Charles grunted and thrust his shooting dick at her slopping cunt.

With their bodies drench in sexual sweat Charles crashed bedside her. Panting profusely he said, "Holy fu... Fuck..."

Veronica took his hand and placed it on her chest and said, "Yes... that was incredible. You're a great lover Charles. I can see why Rylee married you."

Those words raced through his brain. 

Rylee... oh fuck... I'm married. 

He quickly got out of bed and dressed. In his lustful state, he had completely forgot about her and it pained him.

"You leaving already?" 

"Yes. Your husband will be home soon. I think it's best if he doesn't see me like we agreed on."

Veronica also temporarily forgot about her husband.

"Yes, you're right. What was I thinking? I'll dress and walk you to the door."

"No... I'm ok... I'll see you... Well... talk to you... you know what I mean."

Charles spoke quickly before rushing out of the house.

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Unknown to both of them, her husband was already there. He left work early knowing that today was their meeting. The hidden desire he had that day when they talked became too strong for him to control. He wanted to see them. He had to see them. So parking his car down the street he waited unseen until Charles pulled up the driveway. He watched as his lovely wife greeted their son at the door wearing her satin robe and quickly got excited. When Charles finally went inside and the door closed, Abe speedily snuck around back of the house. He pushed his way through the bushes until he was standing at his bedroom window. His heart pounded in anticipation, and was delighted when it wasn't long before they entered the room. He glanced at his wife, and smiled as she led Charles to the bed with her robe already opened. Doing his best to keep himself concealed, he couldn't control himself from rubbing his hand over his covered swollen groin as his wife seduced her new lover.

Abe watched on as the action unfolded. His heartbeat quickened as he pulled his cock out of his fly and stroked it. It finally became too much for him to take. Seeing his wife being ravished by their son sent his cum flying. Swiftly, Abe fixed his pants and, like a thief, slipped away.

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Rylee couldn't help but look at the clock against the wall. Ever since her husband left she had been glancing at it frequently. She knew it was because of her that Charles was doing this, but as she rationalized over the reasons, a jealously was emerging. She again looked to the clock. Time seemed to be moving slower than usual. She began to picture her mother and Charles together, and the jealously grew. The more she fantasized about them, the madder she was getting. Then another hour passed. 

What's taking him so long?  Thinking it shouldn't be this long.

 I bet he's enjoying it. Of course, he is. He has to cum in her. I bet she's enjoying it to.  Rylee thought on as her blood boiled.

I can't believe he went through with this. Unless he always wanted to fuck her. I bet that's it. They both wanted this. They're getting away with adultery, and we agreed to it. Dad and I are fools. Poor Dad. What is Daddy going to do when he finds out Mom is a cheater.  

Just then the phone rang snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Hello."

"Honey it's me."

"Why aren't you home yet?"

"I need time to think."

"Oh? Think about what." Rylee answered in a stern tone.

"What I just did. I... I don't feel good about it. I'm sorry."

"Then come home and we can discuss it."

"I'm already at my parent's house."

"Your parents!"

"Yes... Dad wanted me to check in on Mom while he was away."

"Fine." Rylee huffed and hung up without saying goodbye.

Shit she's mad. Charles thought as he knocked on his parent's door.

Mandy, Charles' mother, opened the door and immediately noticed her son's demeanor.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah Mom... peachy," he said as he went inside.

"Is everything okay over here? Do you need me to do anything while Dad's away?"

"No... No... it's all good." 

Charles noticed the puzzled look on his mother's face and searched for something more to say.

"Mind if I get a cold drink."

"Not at all. Take a seat, I'll get you one."

Charles sat and watched his mother open the refrigerator and take out a pitcher of lemonade. He gawked at her body and noticed how similar it was to Veronica's. 

Mandy was the same age as Veronica and just as attractive. Her wavy jet-black hair went mid length down her back, and she had brown eyes, but like Veronica, she had heavy breasts and a well toned tush.

Mandy poured the lemonade in a tall glass as she gazed at her son.

"So... are you going to tell me?"

Charles held the glass and sighed.

"Yeah Mom I will," he said and took a big gulp of the tangy juice.

Mandy listened as her son explained the entire ordeal. Her eyes gazed upon her young man's hard body and she understood why Veronica would have thought it was a good idea. She also understood why her son was feeling this way. So when he finished, she gave her honest opinion.

"Charles this just means you love your wife. What you did was to please her. You should be happy you're feeling so guilty. It just reinforces how much you love her."

"But Mom. I... I liked it. I mean I liked it a lot. I'm not a good husband."

Mandy put her hand on top of her sons and patted it.

"Shh... honey it's okay. You were supposed to like it." 

Mother and son talked until Charles felt good about himself again. However, their discussion opened a closed door in Mandy's mind. Before Charles married Rylee, Mandy would catch herself staring at her son's hard young body. She would wonder what it would feel like to run her hands across his solid chest and then slip it lower until her fingers were taking hold of his sturdy prick. Her pussy moistened as her forgotten memories re-emerged and sent micro tremors through out her body.

"I better get home Mom." Charles said as he stood up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

As Charles walked away, Mandy lightly brushed her hand across her face where Charles had kissed her.

"Let me know if you need to talk some more." Mandy yelled before her son closed the front door.

Vaguely, she heard "I will."

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Rylee was beside herself pacing back and worth. Her jealousy enraged her fiercely.

His fucking parent's house? Can you believe this? He fucks my mother and then goes over to his parents! 

Rylee grabbed her phone and dialed her dad's number.

"Hello honey." Abe said.

"Hi Daddy. You have time to talk?"

"Always for my little girl"

"I mean in person."

"I... I guess so. What's wrong honey?"

"Good I'll meet you at Rick's tavern."

"Okay sweetie."

"And Daddy, come alone. Just you."

Abe was puzzled by that request. But he agreed.

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Charles arrived home, but Rylee wasn't there. He saw the note she left for him on the table and read it.

I need some time to think myself. Don't wait up for me. I don't know how long I'll be. 

"Shit is she pissed," he said out loud.

He knew better than to call her. 

I'll wait until she comes home. He thought as he went to take a long hot shower. 

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Abe arrived at the bar and surveyed the establishment until he noticed his daughter sitting at a back table drinking a tall glass of something. 

Rylee saw her dad and waved him over as she took another big sip of her stiff drink.

Abe walked up and flagged a waitress down as sat across the table from Rylee.

"Hi honey. What's this all about?" he said as the waitress stood beside him waiting for his order.

"I'll have a draft and get my daughter... what you drinking honey?"

"It's a long island ice tea" Rylee replied as she finished the drink in her hand.

As the waitress walk away Rylee quickly discussed her fears and frustration with her father. How she couldn't help but wonder if Charles and Mom had concocted this whole thing up prior to their conversation.

Abe did his best to calm his daughter and after having two more rounds between them told her how he was sure it wasn't previously arranged, and it was just her jealously getting the best of her. 

"How can you be so sure Daddy? I mean instead of coming right home he went over to his parent's house, of all things." Rylee's voice began to slur as the strong drinks were taking effect.

"I just know honey." Abe said taking another big sip of his beer.

"I still think you're wrong, and it doesn't bother you also knowing Mom was with another man?"

Abe peered into his half-empty glass and didn't answer.

"Well... Doesn't it?"

Abe slowly shook his head as he glanced at daughter and sighed.

"I saw them."

"What do you mean you saw them?" Rylee asked.

"I... I watched them through the window today."

"You did what?" Rylee shouted as she quickly stood up.

"Shh... Shh... Shh... Honey calm down. Sit back down." Abe said as he motioned his hands for her to sit.

Rylee sat and slammed the rest of her drink down before her father explained what he did. He left out the part of him jerking off, of course.

"Why Dad... why did you do that?"

Abe was quiet for a moment before he also finished the last of his drink.

"I wanted to see it happen. It... oh god, I can't believe I'm telling you this. It turned me on."

"Seeing Mom fuck another man turned you on? That's sick Dad."

"Maybe you're right, but if you saw how your husband acted you would understand how I know it wasn't planned."

Rylee sat back and thought about what her father just said. Then leaned forward and said, "Did Mom know you were out there?"

"No. Your mother isn't aware of what I did."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"I wasn't planning on it."

Rylee paused before saying, "Are you going to watch again if Mom isn't pregnant?"

"I really don't know. It was exciting to see. However, if I got caught, I don't know what would happen."

There was an extremely long lull before Rylee looked her dad dead into his eyes and said, "I want see it happen with you next time."

"Rylee I don't know about that. I don't think that's a good idea."

"I do. If what you're telling me is true. Then maybe my jealously would leave if I saw how Charles acts with Mom."

"Baby... It's just so risky. I mean if we get caught. What will happen?"

"Easy. I'd tell them the truth. That we were jealous and needed to see."

"But... but." Abe tried to interrupt his daughter.

"Listen Dad it's either this or I'll tell them what you did already." 

"That's blackmail."

"Maybe... But I need to see if you're right about Charles." 

Hesitantly, Abe agreed to Rylee's demands. If her mother had to have sex again, he would help her to see it happen.

"Okay?" Abe asked.

"Yes... That's fffine. DDaddy."

"Honey I'll take you home."

"Oh... Okay. Sounds good by me." Rylee slurred. The drinks had finally hit her hard.

Abe flagged for the check and called a cab. While they waited for their ride to arrive, he pondered over his predicament. He already knew that his wife would be having sex with Charles again. Without her knowing for the past week, he had been slipping birth control pills into her morning coffee. However, with Rylee now wanting to attend his secret fetish, that would have to change. Somehow he would have to figure out a way for them to watch without being seen. Outside the window wouldn't be a good idea. There was barely enough room for him squishing in the bushes. He also realized that spiking her coffee would have to stop.




Making a Baby



The cab arrived, and Abe helped his drunken daughter into the vehicle. One final idea occurred to him.

A camera.  He thought. 

If he picked up a tiny camera, he could hook it up in the bedroom and watch it on a screen. 

But what screen?  They only had one television, and he wasn't computer savvy enough to figure out how to make that work. 

It would have to be in the living room only a room away from their bedroom. However, figured if they both were quiet they could pull it off.

Arriving at Rylee's home, Abe helped his daughter to the door where Charles helped him get her inside.

"Sorry about this Abe. I'm sorry about this whole thing. I wish I..." Charles said but was stopped short.

"It's fine. Trust me Charles. I'm cool with everything."

"Maybe you are but Rylee is mad at me. I think I know why. I shouldn't have done... you know... It."

"I had a long talk with her tonight. I'm sure she'll be ok by morning."

"I hope you're right." Charles replied as they tucked his wife into bed.

Abe said goodnight and headed out to his waiting taxi. Charles locked up and turned off all the lights before slipping into bed himself. 

That night, as his wife tossed and turned, Charles kept thinking over what he did. His dick once again got hard as he reminisced how great Veronica's snatch felt around his cock as he fucked the shit out of her. However, Rylee stirred, and he gazed upon her beauty as she slept next to him. Brushing her soft hair through his fingers, he fell asleep. 

Rylee woke up first. Her head was pounding from all the alcohol the night before and she staggered into the bathroom. Leaning over the sink, she felt sick and her mouth was dry as a bone. Her heartbeat pounded in her head as she tried to get herself together.

"You ok in there honey.

"Oh... not so loud. Yea just a bad hangover." 

"Sorry. I'm making some coffee. You want a cup."

"God no. I'm going to take a couple of aspirins and lay back down for a bit."

"Ok."

Charles spent the morning quietly watching the television as Rylee rested her pounding head. It wasn't until noon when she finally made her presence known. She dragged her feet across the floor and flopped down on the couch next to him. Shuffling her body on the couch, she rested her head on his lap.

"I'm sorry I left like that last night." Rylee said looking at the TV screen.

Charles looked down and brushed her hair and reply "I'm sorry I didn't come right home. I didn't want to face you after we had words. I just felt so guilty. I love you so much honey."

"I love you to Charles," Rylee said as she sat up and kissed him deeply.

"I don't think I can do that again." Charles exclaimed.

"What about us having a child?"

"I know you want one honey, but you don't understand. I... I felt guilty because I enjoyed it."

Rylee felt her jealously re-emerge as the words "I enjoyed it" stuck in her mind.

I bet you did. I bet Mom enjoyed it as well.  Rylee thought as she struggled to control her jealously realizing once again. Why her husband had supposedly done this in the first place was over-whelming her. Her desire to have a child overpowered her anger, and she remembered her talk with her father.

"Then how about this? If you have to have sex with Mom again, and you still feel the same way, we'll put making a baby aside until we can figure something else out."

"Sounds good." Charles said and lightly kissed her forehead. Then he softly kissed her lips and felt her put her arms around his neck. He kissed her harder, and she moaned in his mouth.

Rylee's pussy was moist as her sexual needs blossomed. Not having sex with her spouse was taking its toll on her. However, before Charles could advance any further she pulled herself away and sighed, "Sorry baby. You need to save that for Mom just in case you have to meet up with her again."

Charles huffed and agreed as Rylee slithered up close to him, and they cuddled on the couch for the rest of the day.

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A week had passed when Veronica called Charles to set up another session. He agreed and told Rylee the news. Veronica informed Abe about their get together, and he already had the bedroom wired. He explained to Rylee how they would sneak around the house unnoticed when he was told about the next rendezvous.

That night Charles felt just as guilty when Veronica answered the door in her satin robe. He walked into the house and headed for the bedroom.

"Hey what's the rush?" Veronica said jokingly.

"Uh... well... I think it's best if we just hurry and do the deed."

"Do the deed?" Veronica laughed.

"Yes. I'm just not very comfortable doing this."

Veronica took his hand and slowly led him into the bedroom.

Abe and Rylee were already at the back door. When they were sure it was safe, they quietly ventured into the house. Abe looked through the door that lead into the living room and saw the coast was clear.

Veronica stood by the bed and slowly lowered her robe revealing her new little scooped neck dark laced camisole and sheer black thong she purchased just for the occasion.

"What do you think? I bought it for you." She cooed as she spun around seductively.

Charles beheld her sexy figured and how her heavy breasts filled out the top so nicely. His mouth watered as her blond bush was visible under the sheer material, and felt his dick twitch when her ass spun into view.

Veronica sashayed up to her young stud and placed her arms over his shoulders. She leaned in and kissed him. He responded quickly and in short order they were once again committing their passionate foreplay.

Abe turned on the TV in time to see his wife being kissed deeply by Charles while his wife slowly removed his shirt. Both Abe and Rylee took a seat and quietly watched as their spouses engaged in their sexual arrangement.

Charles eased the camisole off Veronica and kissed her heavy right boob. Veronica moaned as her fingers worked on his pants. His pants and boxers finally fell to the floor. Charles reached back and grasped her ass then worked a finger under the thong to ease it off her body.

"Oh Charles, you're so fucking hard. I can't wait to feel that inside me again." Veronica whispered as her hand stroked up and down his stiff shaft.

Charles moved himself closer to brush his meat against her mound. He took his hands and pulled her ass forcing her mound and hand hard against his cock.

"Slow down lover." Veronica said as she gently bit into his neck and then kissed the spot. Another bite and another kiss this one a little lower down his neck. Veronica kept biting and kissing as she slowly worked her way down Charles's body. When she was at his tummy, Charles's body quivered, and he said.

"Oh baby. That feels so good. Even so, we shouldn't be enjoying this so much. We're both married and doing this only for one reason." Charles groaned as his body tingled all over.

"Veronica looked up at him as she sat upon her knees saying, "Rylee isn't going to make you cum like this... I Am." Saying that, she leaned over and slid his cock deep in her mouth.

Hearing her mother's words, Rylee felt her jealously explode as she watched her mother inhale her husband's organ. She had never sucked his dick feeling uncomfortable doing that sexual act on him. However, now seeing Charles's face in total enjoyment made her even more envious of her mother. She realized she was watching her mother doing something to her husband that she couldn't bring herself to do. Rylee turned toward her father to protest what her Mom was doing, and looking down, caught the rising bulge in his pants. Her emotions were everywhere as the sounds of sex unfolded on the screen while her dad was getting hard next to her. Her jealously and hidden feeling for her father emerged and grew exponentially until they became too great for her to control.

If they can have fun. Why can't we?  She deviously thought as she gazed at her father and subsequently back at the screen. Then leisurely inched her body closer to him. 

Charles's body spasmed as Veronica's mouth encompassed over his cockhead.

Being sucked off was a hidden fantasy he had had ever since Rylee objected and now his mother was making it come true. But it was so wrong. He shouldn't be letting her do this. He tried to protest, but no words came out as Veronica bobbed up and down on his cock until he felt his sperm quickly rising. Taking hold of her head, he unwillingly attempted to ease her off. However, that just made her suck faster until he croaked.

"Oh... Oh god. Veronica. This wasn't part of the deal. We were supposed to... oh shit!"

"Shh... I know lover. I want you to last longer this time," she said as her hand twisted and yanked hard on his dick. She then once again inhaled it down her throat.

"Veronica... Oh my god! I'm going to cum. You have to... OH CHRIST!" Charles cried as his cock exploded inside his mother's mouth. His legs weakened as Veronica sucked him dry until he crashed to the floor.

Rylee was now sitting closer to her father. Their thighs pressing against each other as she became lustfully enraged at the sight of her husband cumming down her mother's throat. She seethed as her mother eagerly milked the sperm out of her husband's cock. 

Rylee lifted her hand to lightly graze her father's upper thigh. Glancing away from the screen, she expected some kind of reaction from her dad, but he showed no sign of resistance and his eyes stayed fixated on Charles and her mother. Rylee looked back at the television and smiled as her hand patiently eased slowly up her father's leg.

Veronica never let up on Charles's meat. Her mouth sucked on his pecker as her head bobbed and twitched while her right hand kneaded his balls. 

Charles couldn't believe how good it felt having his dick sucked this way. Her tongue traced up his shaft and circled around his cockhead sending shivers throughout his body. 

Veronica felt his dick once again stiffening and slowly sank it back down her throat, moaning as it slipped past her tonsils.

"Holly shit! What are you doing to me?" Charles groaned as he grabbed her head pulling it down as he pushed up.

Rylee noticed movement beside her. Glancing over, she saw her father had placed his own hand on his adjacent thigh and was rubbing it almost in sync with hers. Both of them slowly proceeded closer to his stiff dick bulging hard against his pants.

Panting lightly, Rylee looked at her father as her fingers grazed over his covered groin. He blinked extremely long, and grunted softly. She felt her daddy's hand on top of hers, pushing down as she massaged his meat. His eyes never left the screen and it appeared as if he was in a trance. 

This gave Rylee the courage to continue with her forbidden play. Wiggling her fingers on his groin, she located his zipper while she covered his bulging shaft with the palm of her hand. She grasped the zipper tab and eased it down as she looked for any sign of reaction from him. Feeling confident Rylee fumbled with the opening and freed her father's steel rod. Her heart pounded in her chest as she grasped it and felt its hot stiffness in her hand. Slowly, she stroked, letting the forbidden feelings toward her father to overtake her completely. 

Back in the bedroom, Veronica slowly swung around and spread her legs over Charles's chest. She eased her glorious pussy closer to his mouth until she felt his hot breath on it.

Abe was so excited witnessing his wife getting ready to be eaten out by another man, his cock went super hard and felt so stimulated by the hand rubbing across it.

Hand across my cock? Abe's mind apprehended as he glanced down to see his exposed hard dripping acorn standing straight up through his fly. It was being stroked vigorously by a hand. Staring at it, he became horrified realizing it wasn't his hand jerking himself off to total bliss but his daughter's. Quickly looking over at her in disbelief he gargled.

"Baby! What are you doing?"

"Shh... It's ok daddy. We can have fun too." Rylee said as she twisted and yanked away at her father's baby maker.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. My daughter is jerking me off. So wrong. I have to stop this from happening. But it's so good. So fucking good.  Abe reflected as the new wicked desire gradually consumed him.

I have to end this.  He protested to himself and moved his right hand to pull his daughter's grip off of him, but was stopped by Rylee. Her free hand grabbed his wrist while her other stroked him harder.

"Oh... Shit... Honey... we can't... oh fuck it's so good."

"Just watch Daddy. He's going to make Mommy moan."

Abe was lost in this new sinful act and looked back at the screen as his daughter magically worked on his meat.

Rylee knew her father's resistance had gone as he lustfully looked back at the action on the television. She let his hand free and slowly eased her panties down. She then saw that same lost expression re-appear on her father's face. Taking advantage of his state, she guided her father's hand to her mound and moving it across her wet slit until he was rubbing it on his own.

"That's it Daddy. Play with my pretty pussy."

Abe broke his gaze when he heard Rylee, and saw what his hand was doing to her. A dark excitement exploded in him as he watched his fingers sliding across his daughter's honey pot. 

He tried desperately to control his emotions and said.

"Oh fuck Rylee. Honey I shouldn't be playing with you like this."

"I want you to Daddy." she pouted as she swiftly shuffled herself up onto his lap. She placed his hard cock between her legs and resumed jacking him off before he could stop her.

"Jesus, Rylee." he said half heartedly as his lust built. His will to resist his daughter's sexual advances were almost totally gone.

Rylee leaned back until her head rested on her father's shoulder and hissed.

"Play with me Dad."

Those words seared his brain, and as calmly as if someone else was controlling him, his hand once again went between his daughter thighs. He put his fingers deep inside her wet pussy.

Light moans began to escape their lips, as they both masturbated each other and watched the television screen.

Charles smelled the sweet musk of Veronica's pussy and caught the faint scent of perfume as her mouth worked its wonderful magic on his rigid dick. Moving closer, Charles tenderly licked her outer lips. Her body quivered as he tasted her juices. Another quick lick, and another quiver, then another and another until he was tickling his tongue on her clitoris. She was bucking her hips on his chest. Her pussy juices dripped down his chin as she moaned on his dick. Charles grasped her ass and clutched it in his hands. Moving his tongue, he pierced her inner lips and sank it deep inside her soppy snatch.

Veronica stopped sucking and whimpered "Yes!... Yes Charles! Fuck me with your tongue."

He increased the speed and pressure as her body thrashed on his face. She suddenly sat up and rocked her cunt hard against his face. She almost smothered him as she orgasmed loudly. 

She then crashed forward, finally giving Charles a chance to breathe, then haphazardly spun her body around panting loudly. She spread her legs and centered herself over his thick rigid dick. Taking it in her hand, she stroked it as she slowly lowered herself down until the tip pushed her lips apart and eased inside her.

Rylee watched as Charles penetrated her mother and couldn't believe how hot she was. Her pussy juices flowed freely out of her cunt as her father kept fingering her as his ass lifted from the couch in time with her strokes. Her body was too far gone. Fucking was on her mind. She needed to be fucked and fucked hard.

Moving her free hand, she pulled her father's hand away from her snatch as she sat forward jerking his cock. She aligned it with her awaiting pussy. It happened so fast Abe couldn't stop it, and he felt his dick thrusting inside his little girl.

"Oh Fuck Rylee! We're going too far honey. Oh my god I'm fucking my baby!"

"That's it Daddy. Fuck me. Oh yeah, fuck your little girl. I want you to fuck me hard!" Rylee moaned as she bounced herself up and down on her father's cock.

Veronica tossed her head back and clutched her breast as Charles's steel pole spread her wide. "Oh... Yesss... Oh Charles. You're so fucking big," she hissed as she raised up and down forcing more of his massive meat deeper and deeper. 

Her body was on fire, and another orgasm was building fast. Her body felt alive as his cock filled her up once more, taking her to the point of no return as she toyed with her hard nipples. 

Charles pushed up as Veronica slammed down and she gyrated her hips front to back and in circles. This ground her clit against him, making her tingle inside.

"Oh... OH... OH!" Charles exclaimed when he felt the first wave of pleasure before cumming.

Veronica went crazy and ground herself fast on his cock. Her own orgasm fast approaching as she wailed loudly "That's it Charles. Hold on honey. Cum with me. I'm so close. So close. Oh... OH! YES!!! OH FUCK Me! FUCK ME FASTER! I'M CUMMING!

Charles felt her body stiffen, and her cunt grabbed his dick as he exploded inside her and huffed "Holy Fuck!" as they climaxed together.

In the living room, Rylee's pussy was soaked, and her body quivered as her father willingly fucked her. His hips rose up to meet her every push down. Faster and quicker she went, holding herself on his thighs as his massive hands reached up and clutched at her chest. Rylee pulled her shirt off and ripped at her bra. Grasping her daddy's hands, she forcefully planting them back on her breast.

"That's it Daddy. Oh yes... Play with my titties."

Abe was lost in total blissful desire. Feeling his daughter's pussy sliding up and down his shaft was sending shockwaves through him. Her soft firm breasts bounced in his hands as her hard perky nipples danced across his palms.

"OH, fuck honey. Daddy can't take much more." He gasped when he felt his daughter's cunt tighten on his shaft as she rocked her hips seductively back and forth. 

In the bedroom, Veronica crashed on Charles' chest. Her pussy twitching as it milked his cock. But now, over their panting and cries, they could hear the sounds of sex coming from the other room. Getting up quickly, Charles grabbed his pants and tossed them on as he opened the door to investigate.

Charles was beside himself when he turned the corner and saw his wife wailing in ecstasy as she bounced herself up and down on her father's stiff cock.

"Fuck me daddy... I'm Cumming. OH! Fuck I'm cumming!!!" Rylee screamed as she ground herself hard on her father.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Charles yelled. Quickly, Abe pulled his daughter off him as they both just stood there speechless.

Filled with rage he felt like killing them both. His entire world was shattered. The emotions of hurt, betrayal and anger hit him all at once.

Quickly, Veronica interjected and grabbed Charles by the arm when she noticed him lunging towards them.

"Charles. Just go. Please. I know how you're feeling. Please just leave."

Charles turned to Veronica and saw her pleading look. But he also noticed her eyes filling with tears. It was clear to him, she was hurting also.

"Ok... Ok... I'm leaving" Charles replied and headed toward the door. However, not before his wife pleaded to him.

"Charles wait. Honey let me explain."

Charles turned quickly holding the door open and yelled. "FUCK YOU RYLEE!"

Charles raced home. His mind bewildered by current events. The plastered images burned into his brain. Tears filled his eyes as he kept seeing his wonderful wife climaxing on her father's cock and the look of ecstasy on Abe's face as he held her hips while she orgasmed.




Making a Baby



Delirious and dazed, Charles stumbled to the front door wearing only his trousers as he fumbled for his keys. His tear filled eyes made it almost impossible to unlock the door. Once inside, he quickly dressed and grabbed a suit case. Sobbing profusely, he packed some clothes. His phone rang, and he looked down to see it was his wife calling him. Her smiling face lit up on his screen. Charles looked upon her beauty once more before taking the phone and smashing it against the wall.

He dropped onto his knees and wept opening yelling "Why god why?"

Finding the courage to pick himself up, he tossed the suit case in his car and drove to the one person that could make him feel secure.

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Veronica sobbed as Abe tried to justify what he did until Rylee spoke up and said it was all her fault. She seduced her father into having sex with her. Veronica sniffled as Rylee explained how she got so jealous of her with Charles and lost control of what she was doing. Then Abe injected and confessed it was really his fault. If he hadn't got turned on envisioning her having sex with another man, it wouldn't have never happened. He went on explaining how he saw them have sex the first time and how Rylee got involved. After hearing her family's confessions Veronica stopped crying and sighed. Admitting it was her fault for this entire mess. She told them how she indeed fantasized about fucking Charles and took advantage of Rylee's circumstance to make it come true. 

"I think we all need to sit down and talk." Veronica said, which they all agreed was a good idea.

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Knock... knock... knock...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Mandy opened the door. "Charles, what the hell?"

Charles grabbed his mother and pulled her close to him, hugging her tightly as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Surprised at first, Mandy embraced her son, running her fingers through his hair as he wept upon her shoulder.

"Hush... hush... its okay baby. Mommy is here."

After several minutes of Mandy rocking her boy. Charles broke away still holding her arms in his and said, "Sorry Mom. Can I stay here a couple of days?"

"Of course honey. What happened?"

"Please Mom, I just need time to think. I don't want to talk about it."

Mandy stepped to the side and rubbed her son's back as he passed by her.

"You know where your old room is. Just put your stuff there."

Charles went up to his room while Mandy tip toed into the other room and used the phone.

Dialing the number cautiously she whispered. "Greg I think you better get back home."

"Why what's going on."

"Our son is back in his room, and I've never seen him this upset before."

"He probably just had a lovers' quarrel."

"So I take it your staying there then."

"Honey you always over react."

"No Gregory you never listen you selfish bastard. I'll handle this like always. You stay there with whatever hussy you found."

"I'm at an important conference."

"Of course you are dear. Next time don't pack your rubbers on top of your clothes before you forget to close the suit case."

"But they are, um...." Click.

Charles never ventured out of his room that night. However, he forced himself out at day break. As he tossed on a white tee-shirt and jeans, he could smell his mother's coffee brewing downstairs.

Mandy was in the kitchen, dressed in her long red flannel nightgown that buttoned completely up the front. She tapped her pink, furry slippers on the floor as her son stumbled into the room. Sipping her cup of Joe, she saw the depressed expression pasted on her son's face and asked, "Want a cup?"

Charles just nodded and slouched on a chair.

Mandy fixed a cup the way he liked it and placed it in front of him as she sat herself back down.

Charles stared into space as he sipped the coffee.

"You going to tell me now?" Mandy questioned as she leaned herself forward until her heavy breasts were resting upon the table under her flannel gown.

Charles looked at his mom's heavy rack and thought back to Veronica and then to Rylee, and his eyes filled with tears. Looking at his mother's concerned face, he choked out what took place the night before.

Mandy was shocked at first but patiently listened to her son's horrible tale. Her eyes studied over his firm body. Her own incestual desire had awakened, and she pressed her hand firmly against her twat in an attempt to control the building heat.

Mandy was just about to speak when the phone rang and heard her daughter's voice when she answered it.

Covering the phone she whispered to Charles. "It's Rylee."

"I have nothing to say to her." Charles said taking his coffee and leaving the room.

"Hello Rylee."

"Hi... Um... Is my husband there by chance? He never came home last night."

"I think you know he's here Rylee."

"Oh... So I guess he told you what happened then."

"Yes I'm aware of what took place."

"Can I talk to him?"

"I'm sorry dear. He doesn't want to talk to you."

Rylee began to cry over the phone. "Please tell him I said I was sorry."

"I will dear." Mandy said but whispered back. "I'll try to convince him to see you."

Between sniffles, Rylee replied "Okay."

Mandy hung up the phone and walked into the other room were Charles had crashed on the couch noticing how depressed he looked. 

"Come here honey," Mandy pleaded as she sat next to her boy and cuddled him in her arms. Charles's head landed flush against his mother's right breast. However, as he tried to adjust his noggin, his mother pushed it back down as she held his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Listen baby. Mommy has something to tell you." Mandy said as her hand fluffed his hair and motioned his head gingerly across her bosom while her chest pushed out and into her son's cheek.

"I understand why you're so upset. You don't know this, but I was in a similar predicament back when you were first born."

"Huh? Charles said, and tried again to pull away from his mother. She once again pushed him into her chest, only this time his face rubbed across her gown and parted it, exposing a good part of her bosom to him.

Charles felt his mother's bare skin rubbing across his face as her hands gently nudged his head across her fleshy right globe and said, "Mom, what the hell?"

"Shh baby. Let mommy finish. Like I was saying. back when you were little your father had an affair with a much older woman. I think I knew he doing it from the start but ignored the signs until the day I caught them both together."

"So you forgave Dad for what he did?" Charles said as he succumbed to the closeness he was feeling against his mother.

"Not exactly baby. You see the other woman happened to be your grandmother."

Charles bolted his head away from his mother and gasped.

"Dad was doing his mother?"

"Yes dear. Not only did he have sex with her. He got her pregnant."

"What!" Charles stood up.

"Please sit back down. I have more to tell you."

Charles eased himself back to the couch, and his mother pulled him to her chest again. This time Charles placed his head on her chest himself and snuggled in against her heavy breast.

"Good boy." Mandy said as she gently patted his head.

"So in reality, your uncle Fred is really your half brother."

"Mom that is just so messed up."

"I know dear. I know. Except..." Mandy said and sighed, "I never could fully forgive your father. What he did kept eating at my soul. It wasn't until you became a grown man that I finally understood."

"What do you mean?" Charles said as he pulled his head away and looked puzzled at her.

Their eyes met and Mandy took his hands in hers and said, "Because I began having those same feelings towards you."

Charles moved a couple of inches back from his mother and hesitantly asked, "What feeling's Mom?"

"I think you know honey."

Charles pulled back further and sat back on the couch as his mother let his hands slide out of hers.

"This is messed up Mom."

"Is it? Tell me... what were you thinking the other day when you were looking at me?"

"Hugh? You mean in the kitchen? I was um... just thinking."

"Charles. I saw you checking me out."

"We'll yea... but I was comparing your figure to Veronica."

"Okay... why?"

"Why? I... I don't know I just was."

"Oh I see. So it wasn't anything sexual."

"No... God no... it was just, um, me thinking how similar you are to her."

"So you were comparing me to the girl you just fucked and couldn't believe how much you enjoyed fucking her."

"Yeah. I mean no. I mean... I... You're confusing me."

"No honey I think you were already confused. However, that's okay. So if I understand you correctly, you felt nothing sexual when you looked at me."

"I didn't feel anything. I was just daydreaming at the time."

"Then let's test it."

"Huh?... Test it?"

"Yes. If you're right, then you shouldn't get excited by seeing me like this." Mandy brazenly said as she stood up and opened the top of her gown displaying her beautiful large breasts to her son.

Charles gawked as her large milky bust came into view. His eyes trailed over her chest and spied her huge nipples and dark areola's and felt his meat stir.

Mandy looked down at her son's crotch and felt her pussy tingle when she noticed the bulge growing under his jeans and teasingly said, "I see I was correct."

"This proves nothing. You're a woman. Of course, I would get,,, well get,,,,"

"Excited," Mandy playfully giggled as her hidden temptations for her son once more came alive.

"Yeah, excited."

"So you still don't feel any sexual desire?" Mandy toyed.

Charles eyes never left his mother's breasts when he stuttered "No."

"How about now?" Mandy said as she teasingly wiggled out of her grown letting it slip away from her body and puddle to the floor.

Charles's mouth parted as he gasped. His eyes followed the falling gown until they saw his mother's jet black trimmed bush and sent his cock into full hardness as his breath raced and his heart pounded.

Mandy glued her eyes upon her son as she seductively twisted around and parted her legs slightly displaying her firm derriere to her son. 

Once again, she teasingly asked. "Still nothing?"

Charles didn't speak this time. He only slowly shook his head.

"Okay..." Mandy replied feeling her heart race as she spread her legs further and bent herself over displaying her pussy for him to see. She could feel herself getting moist, knowing her son was staring at her pussy. She hoped he was getting as turned on as she was.

Charles's mouth watered as his mothers pussy glistened in front of him. His cock actually hurt from straining to free itself from his jeans. His body tingled as the sinful passion to fuck his mother grew stronger. No longer able to hide his infatuation, he rubbed his hand hard against his groin and said. "Ok you win. Maybe you're right."

Mandy straightened up and turned back slowly. Her face filled with glee as she looked at her son's expression of lust. Casually, she sat next to him as she crossed her legs and said. "See now you know how your wife felt."

"Wait, Mom. That's not the same and can you please cover up now you made your point."

"It's not exactly the same. However, I can understand how it could happen." Mandy replied noticing her son's glare was still focused on her crossed legs. 

"I don't think Abe pranced around naked and got his daughter all hot and bothered." Charles barely said as his eyes focus on his mother's crotch as she bounced her crossed leg.

"No. He didn't get her hot... you did," Mandy replied as she uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly apart. 

Seeing her son's intense stare at her love hole, she finished by seductively saying, "She got excited knowing you were fucking her mommy. Making her cum over and over again."

"Sss, so,,, it, it was my fault?" Charles forced out of his mouth as his need for his own mother grew stronger. 

Mandy saw the want in her son's eyes. Moving herself closer to him, she lightly placed her hand on his upper thigh and squeezed saying sassily "Tit for tat honey."

Charles felt his mother's hand against his leg and felt his dick jump when she squeezed his upper thigh. Grabbing her wrist, he tried to stop her hand, but his arm wouldn't respond. It was letting her fingers glide closer to his throbbing cock. 

Barely able to speak, he worded. "OH Mom... I think this is going to..."

"Shh... baby let Mommy finish" Mandy said as her fingers approached her prize. Looking at her son, she saw his resistance fading and said, "I would think back to when your father fucked his mother and often wondered how he would feel if he realized I was fucking our son."

Charles' eyes closed, and his hips pushed up when he felt his mothers palm grazed over his penis for the first time.

"Oh shit Mom!... mmm..." Charles garbled when his mother covered his mouth with hers.

Mandy kissed her son hard until his mouth opened and willingly accepted her tongue. As their mouths pressed together, she felt his arms cover her sides, pulling her closer to him. Mandy's lust then went full blown as she worked on her son's pants, freeing his special gift and grasped it in her hand.

"Oh fuck Mom. This is so fucking wrong." Charles huffed.

"It's only fair honey. Rylee fucked her daddy. You'll see. You'll feel better."

"Christ Mom!" Charles barked as him mother jerked his cock hard as she sucked on his neck.

His hips pushed up, meeting her jerks as she lovingly sucked on his neck. Her hand left his cock suddenly, only to come quickly back slick with some sort of lube. She jerked him faster.

"Oh fuck Mom. This can't be happening."

"This is just the beginning" She said and eased herself off the couch and kissed his acorn cock head.

"Charles shuddered and pushed off the couch with both hands sending his ass high in the air and his mother's mouth completely covered his cockhead.

"OH MOM!" Charles groaned as Mandy went down on him. She was bobbing and twisting on his prick as her hands were pulling his pants off his body. 

Mandy felt his hands pushing on her head as she deep throated her child. His grunts and groans excited her completely. While she sucked hard on his cock, she also slowly eased her head up until he popped out and looked into his eyes as she stroked his shafted and said. "Tit for Tat honey. Mommy's been waiting to feel you inside her."

Charles helped his mother up until she was straddled over his lap. Peering at each other, Mandy lowered herself down until she felt his stiff pole pierce through her lips and penetrate her pussy. Sending her into a blissful state as she softly groaned "Yesss!..."

Charles slowly thrust himself up as his mother eased herself down. Inching his dick inside her forbidden womb until he was fully inside her warm welcoming hole.

Slowly, they fucked and Charles heard his mother whimper "Oh yes." Then again "Oh yes. Oh yes." A little faster and more yelps.

"Yes... Oh yes... Oh... OH! OH YES! CHARLES - FUCK ME!"

Mandy bounced like a bunny on her son, screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Charles grabbed her hips and plowed harder into her. Her body spasmed and twisted as her legs shook. He felt her clutching at his arms as her pussy tightened on his cock. His own orgasm readied to erupt.

"Yes!!! Mommy is cumming!" she screamed tightening her legs over his as she ground hard on his cock.

"Oh fuck Mom... I'm going to cum too." Charles grunted as he tried to ease her off him.

Mandy gripped her son tighter and gyrated her hips faster.

"Wait mom. OH shit mom. I'm going to cum."

"Cum in me baby. Cum in Mommy."

OH no, Mom... I... I... can't cum in you. OH SHIT! Charles moaned when his cum exploded sending a shock wave of pure pleasure though his body.

Mandy rocked hard on her son as his dick pumped inside her and kissed him hard on the lips.

Charles still in shock felt his seed dumping inside his mother and moaned in her mouth.

Spent they embraced each other and Mandy rested her head on his shoulder as she tickled the hair on his chest.

"I shouldn't have cum inside you mom."

Mandy lifted her head up and whispered. "I want you to cum inside me again." 

However, before they could continue in their forbidden coupling, they heard a knock at the door. Mandy peered around the corner to see Rylee and her family through the front door side light.

"It's your wife and her family," Mandy said in a loud whisper.

"I still don't want to see her."

"Listen Charles - get dressed. It's best to get everything out in the open." Mandy said as she quickly dressed herself.

Mandy went to the door and opened it halfway and said "Hello." 

"Hi Mandy will he talk now."

"You brought your whole family?" Mandy questioned.

"Yes we thought it would be best since we are all at fault in one form or another."

Mandy opened the door all the way and invited them into the leaving room where Charles was already waiting.

Rylee discussed everything that her and her parents already hashed out at their house and said how sorry she was that it happened.

However, before Charles could tell her what he did with his own mother, Mandy quickly spoke up and suggested they needed to work something else out in case Charles had to copulate with Veronica again.

Charles interjected "Wait! Hold on here. I think that is over with."

"So after all of this mess you're going to just quit?" Mandy replied. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Listen Charles, you just have to face the facts. Yes, Rylee indulged in her hidden desire to fuck her dad. Yes, her dad liked watching you and his wife screw and also enjoyed fucking his daughter, and Yes Veronica enjoyed fucking you as much as you enjoyed fucking her."

"Wait. I didn't indulge in a hidden desire." Rylee blurted.

"Come now Rylee, let's be honest. Maybe you were jealous, but you didn't go out and find a stranger. You fucked your own father. You had to have wanted that to happen."

"Ok. Maybe I did have a hidden passion, and it just got the best of me. But..."

"Stop right there. No excuses. Just admit you enjoyed fucking your daddy."

Rylee looked at her husband and sighed. "Yes. Okay I did."

"Good. Now that is cleared up. You should know that Charles and I also had sex."

"What!" Rylee said and rose from her chair.

"Sit down Rylee it was only fair since you fucked your father. I seduced my son and showed him how it was possible for you to want your father. However, to tell you the truth, I have fantasized about fucking him for years."

Rylee sat back down and listened as Mandy went on.

"So here we are. All with our own hidden fantasies in the open. The only thing left to do is figure out where to go from here."

"Veronica, you never mentioned how you felt about your husband fucking your daughter."

Veronica cleared her throat and said, "At first it bothered me. But, to tell you the truth, I'm now okay with it. I don't know why, but it made me feel less guilty about having sex with Charles."

"Then this is what I propose." Mandy said and explained how Charles should keep fucking Veronica and let Abe watch from his screen. If Rylee feels the need to fuck her daddy, Charles and Veronica should be okay with it. However, Rylee would have to be okay with the idea that she and Charles continue to have sex with each other.

After contemplating Mandy's proposal, they all agreed to the idea. 

Charles went back to fucking Veronica and didn't mind hearing his wife and Abe going at it in the other room. Mandy divorced Charles's dad and continued to enjoy having her son fuck her when she needed it. 

Everything seemed fine until Veronica got pregnant and two days later Rylee announced that she also was finally with a child. Rylee's news was shortly followed by with the news that Mandy was also pregnant. 




Making a Baby



Let's see if they can resolve this predicament in the next family discussion. 



Making a Baby in Baby



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Making A Baby On Sunday Afternoon



Of all the times for Mo to call I was thinking, being at the time deeply involved withy Gregg. But it was Sunday afternoon and she probably thought, being a nice day, I was out in the garden or something. I loved gardening but loved what hubby and I were doing much more. How was she to know Gregg (my husband) fancied a quickie- but it was turning out to be much more than that, Gregg's excuse (as if he needed one) was to make a baby, that is what we both wanted but it was hard going getting pregnant.

Gregg has a notion that maybe doing it in the week was too tiring and would not do the trick, so doing it on a Sunday afternoon, when we were both relaxed and toned down a bit after the stress of the work week, it may just happen.

I liked the idea of course but he could have warned me then I'd have turned off my mobile.

Anyway it needed answering because there was nothing worse than being interrupted in mid oral as it were.

"Fucking hell, throw it out of the window" Gregg grunted, not liking at all to be left cold.

"It'll be Mo, I tried her to phone about the Avon order, she wouldn't have known I'd be in bed would she?"

Gregg moaned and took his erection in his hand, sulking like he was a little boy.

"Don't worry darling, I can still do something while I talk"

"Not what you were doing" he replied and still I felt the warmth and taste of him lurking in my mouth.

"Look I shall do more afterwards, darling, but it's really no problem, I can still do something."

With my mobile in in one hand I grasped his erection in the other and proceeded to give him a slow massage, and he was soon in his own little world again, enjoying my attention.

"You've called at an inopportune time, Mo"

"How do you mean Pauline?"

"I am in congress" I replied quietly.

"What's that, some sort of meeting?"

"Well you could call it that" I giggled, "but I am in bed with Gregg, need I say more, Mo?"

"Wow some have all the luck, we can catch up later. I don't care. I guess you would like to get on with the good work and leave the Avon order 'till later huh?"

"That'll be fine" I replied. Gregg was grunting so I needed for her to go.

"Okay, will do," Mo said. "But leave the phone on huh?"

"I can't do that! And whispering very quietly I continued: "Gregg wouldn't go for that!"

"He needn't know, just do it for me huh?. We have always been good mates and more of late, he wouldn't like to know about that would he?"

"That is wicked Mo, and you know it"

"It was certainly that wasn't it Pauline, very wicked but very scrumptious. Well I know you enjoyed it as much as I. But don't worry. Just let me have some fun listening - that would be beautiful, I will make it up to your on Tuesday after Gym workout."

She knew how to get through to me. We had only discovered our new leaning, both of us and it was a beautiful thing to behold. It was my first time with another woman, a time when I dissevered I was bisexual. But I didn't want it to be the last, so I aimed to please Mo.

"Okay" I said signing off and placing the phone on the locker beside us.

"What was wicked, Baby? Gregg asked.

"Nothing" I replied going down to him. " It was just Mo being Mo" and he seemed happy with that reply, or maybe because he knew I would not be able to talk awhile I was already busy carrying on where I left off when I was so rudely interrupted. I felt the strength of his long erection and teased his p-hole which he loved to do. He held his breath as I licked it and wrapped my tongue around it.

"That is simply wonderful, baby and so are you. I love the way you just help yourself. Mm! don't stop, don't stop!"

I didn't and sucked it strong, feeling the circumference puff out my cheek on one side, it felt so good, so pungent and earthy with a slight saltiness. It was the taste of cock and more than that5, it was the taste of Gregg's cock 

I wanted for Mo to know expectedly what I was doing so verbally told Gregg how I loved to suck cock like this. And then making sure she heard those deep sucking sounds that would make her hot.

I enjoyed oral, I could never get enough. It was so very intimate and satisfying, to feel that throb tantalizing my tongue and the exclusive taste that was Gregg in full gear, that beautiful appendage throbbing in my hand as I really went for it.

Coming up for air I gave him something else he liked very much. They felt so firm and nice cupped in my hand; just a gentle squeeze and he was a goner again, in his own little ecstatic world, but his gentle fingers were giving me a wonderful sensation and Mo must have heard the sounds of desire.

"I love the way you tease my balls baby, suck me at the same time eh?" 

I thought of Mo at the other end of the phone and thought I'd give her some more excitement, of how it is to be with a guy, she'd never had that fortune, being a lesbian, but she didn't mind me liking both, and she obviously liked to be turned on listening.

I had to make it nice for her and made for some appropriate dirty talk, which Gregg liked occasionally.

I suckled him some more and Mo would have heard the sounds derived from that. It felt good and as Gregg went down to suckle me in perfect liaison, I cried out for his fuck and yelled out all those things guys love to hear when they are in heat. 

Gregg was certainly that and how! It was like I didn't want it to end with the resulting hard fuck, it was too nice and relaxing and soothing and good, the feel, the taste of hot cock in my mouth soon to change places with something else that was very wet and hungry and I would purr with his thrusting fuck, but my tongue would still be busy sucking his tongue as we fucked, tasting the residue of our oral foreplay. What better?

"You are very vocal today" Gregg remarked.

If only he knew.

"It is your fault, I said wanting his fuck urgently, the oral was done, he'd delivered his seed but I said that we'd better save some for Mary ( the name we called my pussy) if we aimed to make that baby.

"You are beautiful baby and I love you very much, baby just sit on me awhile, you know I adore that and then I will be ready to fuck you through and through?"

"I am your humble servant* I replied, It was always nice and sensual to do that, and he always made a pig of himself, but it was special between us, I recalled how we first did that, I was wearing a floral skirt and sensual red panties and he had a wonderful time underneath - it was so different and lovely. It was those very intimate things we shared which made our bedtimes so very enjoyable and it was definitely sheet changing afterwards.

Gregg always came several times and it was lovely to think I could make him want to do that, just as much as he liked to feel me cum, his head perched between me down under, and the way he often cum into my face. Something once I would never have wanted, but with Gregg, he worked me up so much I lamented in everything he did, even the occasional anal which he liked to experiment with, sometimes putting a vibrator in me at the same time.

Then the handcuffs. Wow! Those handcuffs, the times he has had me handcuffed to the bed rail on all fours, to endure first the slapping and sheer adoration of my rear, he had a ball but I did too immediately afterwards; doing the same to him, his turn for the handcuffs, the slapping, he liking a whip too, the glowing of those gorgeous ass cheeks I could not resist, then the wonderful, lovely wanting of something inside him, like when we went to Ann Summers and found an anal vibrator.. Again something I would never imagined doing to anyone until I met Gregg - and since finding a new relationship with Mo with her also.

She enjoyed anal nearly as much as she liked it the front way and it was a new delight to share something very special with her.

Gregg was lovely of course, but Mo was different, there is something between two women that is exclusive to the sex but that doesn't mean I don't like having it with Gregg too.

But above all, handcuffs gave you the feeling of dominance, which as always seems to go hand in hand with out lovemaking genre. We have so much fun with the various size anal vibrators, it is so very lovely and appealing, having Gregg all as for me to enjoy and have fun, plastering him in lots of lube and hearing it squelch as I masterfully don my strap- on stereotype and give him the fuck he likes to give me. It looks so real and feel like a cock too, the new Japanese jobs are state of the art. And after I have fucked Gregg he takes me with the same strap-on, deep up inside my back passage.

It is Sunday afternoon and we have all the time in the world. And we do all those wonderful things.

I guess I shall hear all about it on Tuesday when I visit Mo for the Avon party, well that is the cover but half the truth.

We shall be doing a lot more discovering afterwards, learning how good it can be between two women.

I have a feeling she will have some fresh ideas having listened to Gregg and I.

I am really looking forward to that.

I wonder if I shall be pregnant soon. The way Gregg has been going at it hammer and tonge one would imagine so.

It is almost like I| am walking bandy of late.

Nice though! 



Making a Baby



We may have been fucking for 10 minutes or an hour. I didn't know and didn't really care. "Are you ready?" I asked, "'cause I'm about ready to fill you with my cum." It wasn't like I was really expecting an answer. I rose up on the palms of my hands and forced her legs over my shoulders. My own groans and sighs punctuated her ragged breathing.

"Cum in me, baby!" she hissed, "give me your seed." Her hips pumped me frantically in and out. I slipped out of her pussy for a second of sheer panic; her fingertips quickly returned my throbbing organ back into her wet, pulsing cunt. 

"Goddam, I'm so close baby," I frantically cried. There was no control, no inhibition now. "God Alexi, baby, I'm so close." Then the trigger got pulled.

I cried out, lost in the carnal pleasure of the moment, then collapsed onto her chest. Her fingernails dug into my shoulder blades. "Shit, shit shit goddam fuck!" My hips hammered her pussy, then froze as semen pumped in thin white ropes through my pulsing organ deep into her fertile womb. "Oh goddam, oh goddam," I cried as my orgasm passed, "that was one incredible fuck!"

"Oh my God!" she said softly as she ran her fingers through my hair, "I never knew it could be that good." Her breathing became regular again. "What you did to my body should be illegal," she laughed.

My softening prick slid out of her, followed by a thick stream of pearly spunk. She sat up on her elbows to look at the oozy mess as it dribbled down her thigh and onto the comforter. "What you did with your mouth and tongue- it liked to drive me insane." She bent over, scooped up a fingerful of the creamy stuff, and began plying it around her lips and clit with the tip of her finger. It gave her little shudders of pleasure as the finger snaked around the pink petals and fleshy folds. She let the finger drift into her wet pussy. "Jes' makin' sure most of it stays where it belongs," she said, smiling broadly.  

Those brown eyes still had the smoke of her ebbing lust when they met mine. "Wish you could jes' stay inside me and keep it plugged up."

I brushed her amber trusses behind her ear. "Me too," I replied. I could have floated in her sweet pussy for a week. We kissed, then slept, me spooned up against her back

I woke up because I was being diddled. In those moments of half-asleep and half-awake, I could feel her pleasuring herself with the head of my cock. She had arched her right leg over mine so that we were scissored; she used her fingertips to guide my flaccid organ along her soft feminine pink petals. As she diddled, everything became warm, slick, and moist. It was incredibly erotic. Her breathing was deep and regular, almost as if she were asleep. My own consciousness was essentially suspended. As she played with me, I let my mind wander in and out of time. As my shaft stiffened, she moved her hips downward slightly and inserted my cockhead between her moist pussy lips with her fingertips. I filled her completely as my organ swelled, without ever moving a muscle. Her hips moved sensually, slowly, as in a slow waltz. She was elegantly fucking me. It felt remarkably like a mouth around my manhood, languidly sucking me toward an orgasm.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and teased each nipple to a stiff peak. I kissed her bare neck. I gently bit her naked shoulder. The sensual rhythm of her hips, the soft continuum of her breathing, continued even as my own breathing became less controlled and my body edged closer and closer toward the chaos of a climax. My right hand wandered down to her hip and, as the orgasm swept over me, I pulled her firmly onto my throbbing shaft. She moaned deeply and impaled herself onto my pike as I pumped warm seed deep into her waiting cervix, but neither her breathing nor her rhythm ever changed. To this day, it is still one of the sexiest, most erotically lucid, memories in my life.

We lay that way for several minutes: still, spooned, connected, spent.

Eventually I rolled over the side of the bed, stood and started to get dressed. "I'm famished," I announced.

She turned on her side to face me. "If guys ain't fuckin' they're eatin'," she replied with a chuckle. A small drop of semen hung suspended at the edge of her lips like a pearl in an oyster. "Figurin' it's past noon and we been screwin' since six, seems right that we should be hungry. But I gotta take a shower first- I'm a mess."

A beautiful mess, but a mess none the less. The inside of her thighs were streaked with thin white lines of dried cum, and when she stood up semen dripped out in thick streams from between her pink lips. I joined her in the shower. We soaped each other, caressed, kissed, she got on her knees and sucked me until I was fully erect, but nothing happened. I got out and toweled myself dry; she washed her hair.

We got dressed and walked down to the coffee shop, had a burger, fries, and a coke, then went back to the bungalow to continue our task of making a baby.

As soon as the door was shut she had her dress off. "I wanna do somethin' that ain't part ah the 'greement," she said softly. She got down on her knees, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly; not wearing any underwear, my cock fell out in front of her face. She took it in her hand and stroked it until it firmed up some. "I want you to cum in m' mouth." She tickled the little hole with her tongue. "I wanna swallow your jizz, jes' 'cause I wanna be naughty; this is too much like work an' I needa play a l'il." Without another word she was sucking me.

There was no way she could fit the full length of my shaft down her throat, but she tried. Her right hand played with her clit while the other wrapped around my cock, stroking it in opposition to her head bobbing back and forth on the thick piston. Her tits jiggled as her head bobbed, and she began to breathe rapidly. I could tell her fingers were bringing her to an orgasm. She closed her eyes and hissed in quick gasps, her teeth biting down ever so gently on me. I was close to filling her throat with my spunk... a few more strokes in her mouth. I guided her head onto my manhood with the palm of my hand. She was still in the midst of her masturbated orgasm when my own body shook with the pleasure of her tongue and mouth. I watched the muscles in her neck contract and relax as she swallowed my cum.

We screwed once more, showered and ordered a pizza. We were both sore. We sat naked on the bed laughing, joking around, eating pizza, making fun of a couple of the teachers and students we knew in common. About 9 we fell asleep. Sometime after midnight she climbed on top and impaled herself on my cock. She fucked me until I came, rolled over and went back to sleep. Just before dawn I rolled her onto her stomach, spread her legs, brought her to her knees, and fucked her until I pumped her once more with my seed. We both slept until nearly noon and never put our clothes on the rest of the day.

Thursday came early. It was our last morning together. We hadn't fallen in love, just a deep lust, but even now the lust was ebbing and we knew in a few hours it would be over and we would never see each other again. If she didn't get pregnant from all of the sperm I had pumped into her womb, she never would.

We wanted to make love now, long, sensual, slow. I started by running my fingers along her spine to wake her up, from the nape of her neck to the base. She smiled. "That tickles," she said, but didn't try to stop me. I palmed her ass cheeks and kissed her shoulders. "You wanna fuck 'gain, don't cha," she laughed, "like you got a drop lef' you can put in me."

"I want to make love, Alexi," I replied, "I want you to remember this morning."

She looked at me and rolled over onto her back. I teased each nipple until it was firm. "You think I ken forget this, Michael?" Her eyes began to lose focus as my fingers wandered to her mound and began their tease. "This has been one of the most incredible few days of my life. I never knew sex could be so good, and in 9 months I'll have your memory forever."

I kissed my way down her abdomen and she rolled onto her side so she could take me in her mouth. Her thighs quivered when her first orgasm of the morning caught her. "Make love to me Michael," she cooed, "make love to me."

Even though she had taken me into her body countless times over the last three days, she still gasped as the shaft parted her flesh and began its wet penetration. "Be careful baby," she said, "I'm sore. Be gentle." As the helmet slid over her sensitive G-spot she came alive. I let my cockhead play there, the motions slow and shallow. Her cunt lips and pussy became thick with her lubrication. I pushed deeper and her moans turned into panting and cries of abandoned pleasure. Yet, we were still moving with glacial slowness. It was driving me crazy with a lusty sense of sexual ecstasy. 

Her heels pushed against my thighs urging me deeper, her hips pushing up with each thrust of my manhood. "You know baby," I said, "I can probably do this for hours." She laughed and pulled me down to her breasts. "Bite them Michael," she demanded, "make them hurt." Her eyes closed and her jaws went tight when I did her bidding. "What a lover," she moaned, "you make me crazy." 

Neither of us heard the Volkswagen pull into the driveway, nor did we hear the cabin door open.

She rolled me over onto my back with my stiff organ still imbedded deep inside of her wet pussy. Her palms rested on my shoulders. "You know I'm gonna cum here in a few more strokes but baby, I still want ya ta keep on movin' that beast in an' outta my cunt 'cause I got a few more comin'" She leaned over and we began to kiss as her hips pushed down on me faster and faster. Then it hit her. "Oh fuck, oh god, I'm cummin' Michael," she cried, "oh my god my god my god."

Her pace slowed down but I was still erect. "Roll over on your tummy baby," I said. She pouted when I pulled out, but she rolled over and got onto her knees. As I moved behind her, she guided my cock to the puffy mounds of her pussy lips, moaning as the slick head parted the pink petals.

She cried out as the shaft of flesh moved in and out of her cunt. One orgasm, then another, until one blended into the next in a continuous throaty animal wail. Her ass slapped against my pubic mound, the sound wet and sticky. My own climax was edging into my consciousness. Taut, tingling, the electricity forcing me to think of nothing but keeping my sex buried deep into her sex, my cock deep into her pussy, the thick head of my organ pressed against her womb, my potent seed filling it. 

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna cum Alexi, I'm gonna fill you with my cum." She tilted her head back and we kissed wildly. Just saying it put her over the edge one more time. She buried her head in the pillow and moved her hips higher into the air. I was coming almost straight down into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head while I pounded her swollen lips with my unbridled lust.

"Fill me baby, make my pussy quiver..." she growled. "Oh god, Michael, no one ever done it to me like this b'fore baby..." The rest was unintelligible babble.

"Oh god baby, here it comes, here it comes," and I exploded into her, my organ filling her once again with thick creamy white spunk. "Oh Alexi, you're gonna get it all, lover, you're gonna get it all..."

"... fill my pussy baby, c'mon keep pumpin' me with that baby juice honey," she cried.

I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. My hands were on her hips and she remained completely impaled by my pulsing, throbbing organ. "Jeez baby, I'm still coming," I hissed.

"I know baby, I can feel it..." she whispered, "I can feel yer cock pulsing, like it's still pumpin' cum inside me."

I lay on top of her as my penis relaxed and slid out of her, followed by a flood of our fluids. She diddled me, rubbing my still slick and sensitive head against her clit. Little quakes and shudders went through both of us. I rolled her onto her back, laying on top of her, my limp organ resting against her pussy. We kissed, we fondled, we caressed. We'd made love. The thought of possessing her again, of feeling her move beneath me and respond to my every thrust, caused me to become aroused. We continued to make out and I once again mounted her, penetrated her, and made love to her. She reached an orgasm, and after another few minutes, so did I. 

We were both spent. There was nothing left in either of us. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "This one was jes' for us Michael. I quit ovulating yesterday sometime. I'm gonna have yer baby." She kissed me. We both got up and took a shower together. Still naked and dripping wet, we went into the kitchen. Jerry was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.

She looked at him and smiled. No embarrassment, no blushing. "Gimme about 10 minutes honey an' I'll be ready."

"No hurry baby," he replied. He looked at me, at my cock. I was standing in the doorway dripping water all over the floor. "I hope it works this time. You're pretty well hung, so maybe that'll help."

I was a little speechless.

"This is the fourth time we've tried to get her pregnant in the last seven month," he said, sipping his coffee as if he were talking about the cost of gas.

She came back out, dressed in the clothes she came in. Her bra and underwear were poking out of the top of her purse. "Baby, can you give Mike an' me a few minutes?"

"I'll be in the car, honey."

She took my hand and led me back to the bed and pushed me back against the pillows. "I heard him tell ya that this was the fourth time in seven months..." She straddled me, lifting her dress. Her pussy lips were swollen pin, "... so I kinda lied when I said that Jerry's been th' only one..." She slid them rhythmically, parting the petals against my quickly responding manhood. She was wet, slippery wet. Her fingers slid around my cock and pressed the head into the slick entrance to her womanhood. It slid in without any effort. She started to fuck me.

"... but Michael, this was the most incredible sex I ever had. The only man who ever made love t' me 'fore you did was Jerry." I could see her climax building. "Th' res' I never actually slept with, jes' some neckin' and then we fucked an' they just filled me with cum, took about 10 minutes an' boom it was over." Her eyes closed.

"When I seen you in th' student lounge, I tol' Jerry what I wanted t' do." Her hips picked up speed. "He was against it 'cause he thought I might get too involved emotionally." I unbuttoned her top and palmed her breasts, teased her nipples.

"... but I thought to m'self that makin' a baby is what it's all 'bout an' I wanted t' keep it that way. Oh god baby, you feel soooo good inside me..." She leaned over and we began kissing passionately, tongues dancing, teeth biting distended lips. 

She continued her conversation whispering in my ear. "You done somethin' to me Michael. All I wanna do is make love, have you inside me, feel your tongue on m' clit and have ya cum deep in m' pussy." Her movement became frantic and I responded, meeting her every thrust. "Oh god baby," she cried, "I'm gonna miss this, baby, oh goddam, I love you." She moaned like a forsaken beast as her body shook. My own orgasm took hold of me, drowning out everything but her touch and the fire between our thighs. We kissed, she buttoned her blouse and left.

Two months later the personal ads in the Merc confirmed that I'd knocked her up. 12 months later the Merc personal ad said, "Daddy! M&F." Twins.