27 comments/ 279565 views/ 77 favorites Family Planning By: RaycerEdge Carol I come from a large family and from early childhood, my dream was to have a large family of my own. Well, some dreams come true but in a different way than you expect. My name is Carol and I have always considered myself to be a resourceful woman. If the first plan doesn't work, improvise and try something else. That idea has served me well all my life and I have tried to teach that to my pretty young daughter, Emily. Emily is quite a good-looking brunette with large green eyes which are nothing short of stunning. Her 36C breasts are shapely and dramatically define her 5'6" frame. Did I mention she has a set of legs to die for? She is 24 and lives two hours from here while she pursues a career in advertising. She is well aware of her good looks but she is not stuck up in the way some pretty girls are. She was a joy to raise and always helped out around the house and always did well in school. During high school, she liked to date but never got too involved with any one guy, probably because she knew that one day, she could pretty much have her pick of any man she wanted, as soon as she decided to settle down. I came from a large family with three brothers and two sisters. Growing up in that environment, I came to appreciate the warmth and support a large family provided and I always dreamed of having a large family of my own. Sadly, complications of delivering Emily into the world meant that I was destined not to have any more children. Emily was such a joy to raise that I mostly forgot the pain of not being able to produce children but I always hoped one day that Emily would get married and have a big, happy family with lots of grandkids for me to dote upon. Emily's decision to delay marriage and motherhood became a source of contention between us. More than a few verbal fisticuffs broke out between us but our deep affection for one another quickly put an end to the hard feelings. Things got harder when Emily's dad had a midlife crisis and ran away with a younger woman and settled down in another state. Neither Emily nor I ever wanted anything to do with him again and I don't think he really cared. During Emily's senior year of high school, I met John, the manager of a shipping firm and a really great guy. Always cool-headed, analytical and very kind to Emily and me, he was a great catch. He had one son, Sean, who was just starting junior high when we married. He and Emily got along fine for the time they both lived under the same roof but the age difference meant they did not have much in common so they hardly interacted. Sean is a good kid, good in school, average looking and painfully shy. Life would have seen so simple except that both John and I had a strong desire for more children. If only Emily had stayed at home and found someone locally to marry, we would have encouraged her to have a big family. One day, John came home from work and found me the livingroom, sobbing uncontrollably. "What's the matter, hon?" Through my tears, I lamented about the sense of loss I felt because I never had the large family I dreamed of and that my one and only baby lived so far away. "There, there, baby, don't you worry, there is always a solution to every problem, isn't that what you always tell me?" I agreed but said I did not see a solution to this problem, except to adopt, which would be costly and take years. John stood on his 6'2" muscular frame, pulled me up off the sofa and wrapped his arms around me so tight, I thought I would collapse but I did not want him to let up, I felt so loved and protected and at that moment, that is exactly what I needed. I could not help myself, the tears gushed forth like a flood and I cried out "I want to have your baby, John, I want to give you a little baby boy." I was hysterical. John kept giving me calming pats on the back and gentle kisses and after awhile, I quieted down, although he could still feel my heart racing a mile a minute. John calmed me with gentle strokes of his hand on my back and reassuring words whispered in my ear. "Ok, baby, are you alright now?" I managed to nod 'Yes' but that all. John then did what he always did whenever I had an emotional episode. He held me close again and directed me to go into the bedroom and quickly remove all of my clothes. As I did this, I was to remain silent and be very submissive. I walked into the bedroom and John followed and closed the bedroom behind him. He sat on a small chair while I stood a few feet way and unbuttoned my dress to reveal a black bra and a thong underwear and garter belt with black stockings. John forbad me from wearing pantyhose, which was inconvenient for me but I wanted to please him. I then removed the bra and my large breasts flopped down. I have large, pear shaped breasts with large nipples. John could hardly conceal the erection that was poking up from his crotch area, so I know my body still turned him on. Next off was the garter belt and stockings followed by the thing panties, which revealed my thin landing strip of pubic hear, worn exactly the way John wanted it. Now that I was completely naked, John stood up, erection still in full salute, and held me close to him. I felt my bit tits gouged firmly into his chest, which made be tingly. My heart started to pound like a jackhammer and my pussy juices began to flow freely because I knew what was about to happen. John sat on the bed and pulled my arms toward him and down so that I was pulled over his knees. I felt his hand slap me with a loud report and I involuntarily jumped up from the sudden painful sensation. Again and again, his hand slapped my round bottom very hard and I cried out in pain. John ignored my screams of protest and kept spanking and spanking. At last he was done and ordered me to stand up. I caught a glimpse of my assaulted butt in the mirror and saw it was beet red. John walked into our closet and came out with a thin rattan cane. He ordered me to bend over with my hands resting on the bed. As I did so, the cane flew into my already painful butt and I let out a loud scream. Before I could even recover, the next stroke hit home and I gasped. Again and again and again the strokes kept coming and I yelled out excruciating pain. My tears were flowing freely again and John kept up the strokes far beyond what I thought I could stand. "Ýou're doing fine, baby, just a little more. I know you can take a little more, honey" he reassured my in a calm, gentle voice. The strokes continued for several more minutes and I thought I was going to pass out. Finally, he relented. He held my in his arms again and kissed me passionately. I could barely kiss him back because of the extreme pain but I did appreciate him holding me and reassuring me. John pulled back the bedcovers and ordered me into bed. I got in and lay on my side to take pressure off of my painful backside. He quickly undressed and got into bed beside me and put his arms around me as the pain slowly eased. He kissed my sweetly and as he rolled his tongue around in my mouth, I began to lubricate and my pussy felt so warm and wet. I felt a finger go into my pussy, just past the lips. My pussy clenched around his finger and I began to lubricate even more. His thumb ran circles around my clitoris and an electric sensation ran though my vagina and I began to squirm. The severe spanking had exactly the effect intended. It calmed me down and redirected all that manic energy away from my problems. I felt his mouth on my left nipple and he sucked it hard. As he did so, his tongue ran circles around the nipple, which got rock hard. The other nipple got the same attention and I felt my body heaving with desire. I felt his hard cock against me and I wanted it deep inside of me. I did not have long to wait and he rolled me over on my back, which felt painful because of the spanking. That sensation was soon replaced with the intensely pleasurable sensation of his stiff cock being rammed deep into my willing and submissive cunt. He made no effort to please me. I guess he figured I had enough sensory overload for one day. He soon shivered as his ball sack slapped against my cunt lips. Just as he shot his load, he pulled out and shot his cum all over my tummy and my throbbing titties. With the last spurts completed, he straddled me close to my face and shoved that beautiful spent cock in my mouth and ordered me to clean him. My willing tongue swirled all over the head and shaft and I gave his manhood a thorough cleaning. "Give me a few days to think about your problem, honey. Until then, promise me you won't worry. Will you put your faith in me?" Of course I put my faith in him. After all, he just took control of me so completely and so reassuringly. I don't know if I would have ever let any other man spank me like that, but coming from John, it was perfect and I appreciated him being such a strong man and taking control of me when I needed it. "Oh hon? Be sure to put some aloe lotion of your butt. You need to heal up fast because tomorrow when I get home, I'm going to use the wooden paddle on you and its definitely going to hurt." Normally I went weeks between spankings but this was John's way of telling me my behavior was troubling and he was going to keep a close watch on me for awhile. The next few days passed uneventfully except for that wooden paddle spanking that I received, as promised. It hurt more than words can say but was again followed by a really nice lovemaking session. This time, I was able to receive John's sweet, warm cum into my vagina instead of having it showered all over my body. Sean was his usual quiet and steady self. He never spent much time at home. He studied in the library after school and had a bunch of friends he hung around with. I don't imagine any of those friends were female, he was too shy to hit on girls but he got along great with his buddies. On the weekends, John and Sean generally did things around the house. Sean's responsibility was to mow the lawn and take the trashcans out to the curb, which he always did without John or I having to ask him. Friday night, John and I want out to dinner at a really elegant place. John looked so handsome in his dark blue suit and I wore my usual black dress with the plunging neckline that displayed the contours of my breasts to perfection. I did not wear a bra and my nipples protruded through the fabric of the dress, which was a turn on for the both of us. Over dinner, broached the subject of children again. John smiled and said, "I was talking to Bob Reston yesterday. Remember him? An OB/GYN with an excellent reputation to boot. I told him what was going on and between the two of us, we just might have a solution." "Now wait, there is no way medically I can have more babies," I protested quietly. John reached over and took my hand in his and smiled a knowing smile, "Uh, uh, uh.. Now don't go jumping to any conclusions. I am not talking about any miracle cure here. Just suspend your judgment for a minute and let me explain." Over the next half hour, John unfolded the idea he and Dr. Reston concocted. At first, I was in disbelief but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. If we could pull this off, it would solve a multitude of problems. I agreed to go along and left it to John and Dr. Reston to make preparations. I didn't hear much from Emily until she called one night just to check in and let me know how things were. "So, how is my career girl making out in the big city?" "You know me, mom, its all good in the 'hood. Workin' hard on several projects but its great and the agency likes my work." Emily paused, "it just that, well..." "Anything the matter, Em?" "Its just this damn PMS thing again. It sorta' comes and goes but last month it really laid me low for a few days and I almost missed a deadline because of it." "I know you've had that problem for years. I was hoping it had gone away because you hadn't mentioned it for awhile" "Yeah, well some months are better than others so I never went to the doctor just for that reason, but now." "No worries, hon, when you come home for the holidays for a visit, there is an OB/GYN here in town with an excellent reputation. He won't give you a lot of hot air, only straight answers., ok?" "Sounds like exactly what I need, mom, and thanks. Can you set me up with an appointment with him for when I get home?" "Consider it done, Em" I could not resist getting in my usual zinger, "Soooo...Em, what's the latest on the love life? When are you going to make your poor mama a grandmother?" I had to suppress a laugh when I said it, Emily always groaned and said, someday, mom, someday. Before she rang off we finalized plans for her visit for the holidays. I think she was ready for a break and the end of the year was an ideal time. It was still September so there was plenty of time to plan a nice holiday party to welcome her home. The time passed quickly and soon everyone was in the holiday spirit and I busied myself with work and preparations for Emily's visit. We got her room ready for her and I got my last minute shopping done. John and Dr. Reston were still working on the project to get me a baby and I helped with the planning as well. I just hoped everything would work out well. I did not mention any of this to Emily lest she think her ole mom was crazy. The day of Emily's arrival finally came. She drove directly from work on a Friday evening and she was tired when she got home but seeing her old home again and her mom revitalized her. She said hi to John and Sean and we all sat down for a late dinner. After she helped me clear the dishes, I asked her how she was feeling these days. She was ok and had another bad episode last month. I let her know I made an appointment for her to see Dr. Reston. I hoped he could help Emily with her problem the way I hoped he could help me with mine. The day of the appointment arrived and the time was set for late in the day, 5:30, which was late but I told Emily the doctor was fully booked this time of year and we were lucky he could fit her in at all. Since Emily did not know where the office was, I drove her there. As we walked in, we noticed how quiet the place was. The building was off by itself and not part of a medical building. Since it was late in the day, the lobby was empty but one of the nurses greeted us and handed Emily a medial questionnaire on a clipboard for her to complete. Emily was ushered back to the examination room by the assistant and told to disrobe and put on the medical gown that was open in the back. Dr. Reston greeted me and told me to go into his office to wait for the exam to be completed. The office had a small window that allowed me to look into the exam room. There was a curtain over the window but the fabric had such a loose weave that I could see every detail of the room but I did not think that anyone in the room could see me. Em quickly got out of her clothes and lay on the exam table as directed. My, what a beautiful young woman my darling Emily had become. I could see her beautiful tanned legs and tight body. I felt so envious of her charms. EMILY When I changed into the exam gown, the nurse directed me to the exam table. She went over the questionnaire with me briefly then left. I waited a few minutes then in walked Dr. Reston. He was tall, about 6'4".with salt and pepper hair and a trim mustache. I couldn't say I was attracted to him, but he did cut a striking figure. "Hi Emily, I am Dr. Reston. I hear you have been having some issues with your period." "Yes, lately the pain has been less intense but I still thought I should get checked.." "I see by your questionnaire that you have been off the pill for over a year. Is that when the pain began initially?" "No, I have had this problem off an on for a couple of years. It seems to come and go. Some months are better than others. I explained about the pain and he listened intently, occasionally making notes. He explained that he would examine me and then give me some options. I agreed and the exam began. As the assistant came back in, he told me to let the straps of the exam gown fall away. My breasts were now exposed and he began the breast exam. His large, strong hands pressed against my boobies, and he poked and prodded as per usual with this type of exam. That being done and finding nothing wrong, he had me lay down on the table. He then bent down to bring up the leg stirrups and put each bare leg into the stirrup. He put the back of the table up and an angle to support my back. He told me to scoot my butt to the edge of the table. He put on a pair of rubber gloves and squirted some lubricant onto his index finger and inserted it into my shaved pussy. I gasped slightly from the sensation and I felt embarrassed. Dr. Reston did not seem to notice and continued inserting his finger deeper and deeper into my hole. "Ok so far?" he asked. I nodded agreement and he continued. He got out a speculum and readied it for placement. As the did that, the assistant cranked a small wheel on the side of the table and the let stirrups moved farther apart so that I was now completely open. Even though this was a medical exam, I felt very vulnerable with my genitals exposed like that. The speculum went in and I squirmed a little from the discomfort. The doctor shined a light in there and poked and prodded some more. "Ok now, I am beginning to see what the problem might be. Emily, you have an obstruction which causes your menstrual blood to back up. When you have a period, this puts pressure on a cluster of nerve endings. Don't worry, this is not something that requires surgery." Thank heavens. The last thing I wanted to hear was that I needed some kind of surgery. I remember all the agony mom went through about not being able to have more babies because of a medical condition. "I think all I need to do is get a probe in there to move the obstruction away from the nerve cluster and that should do it. The only way to know for sure is to monitor your periods for the next several months." He called for something from the nurse and as he did that, he put some kind of shin guard looking thing over each of my ankles and strapped them to the stirrup. "I am securing your legs as a precaution. I need to give you a muscle relaxant to do the procedure and I don't want your legs to go flopping around, especially when I have medical instruments inside you." The assistant brandished a syringe and unceremoniously jabbed in into my right butt cheek. I let out a loud "OWWW" I soon felt a numbing sensation which made me feel a little light-headed. The doctor said he would wait a few minutes for the injection to take effect then we would proceed. The numbing sensation quickly wore off and was replaced by a hot sensation coming from my pussy. I felt myself lubricating and I really felt horny. I began to squirm a little and I felt like I could climax with just the slightest touch. I made sure nobody noticed how I felt. Next. the nurse swung around an arm support on each side and my arms were placed on them. I became alarmed when the doctor and the assistant secured my arms with straps and buckled them shut. I now had both arms and both legs secure on the exam table. My legs were splayed far apart and I was sitting at a 45 degree angle. The injection was at full power now. I felt a strong sensation in my pussy and I was light headed but fully conscious. The doctor dismissed the assistant then stepped out of the room himself for a moment. When he returned, he had a small cart with some medical instruments on a tray. "Ok, Emily. I think we are ready to proceed. I'm going to insert a medical probe into you in order to reposition the obstruction. Once that's done, I'll take another look to make sure it's been repositioned correctly." Family Planning Disclaimer: All individuals in this story are eighteen or older. This is intended as a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual acts with non-consenting participants. Please enjoy. Constructive feedback is appreciated. ***** The moment I felt his bare cock glide between the walls of my slippery sex, I knew there was no going back. The rational, logical side of my brain was urging me to protest the fact that I was an orgasm away from becoming a teenage mother, but the horny as fuck part of my brain won out, wrapping my legs around my boyfriend's waist in order to draw him in deeper. "Are you gonna cum inside me?" I asked meekly, hoping that one of us retained a measure of self-control. "Uh huh," he grunted. So much for that. "You know I'm not on the pill, right?" I protested. Despite my pleas, I made no effort to move off of him, rather I ground down harder, squeezing tight around his thick shaft. If I was going to risk getting pregnant, I was damn sure going to enjoy it. "I believe you mentioned it, yes," he said with a smirk, kissing me deeply. Fuck, why did this have to feel so good? "You're gonna get me pregnant," I whined. "That's the idea," he grunted, thrusting deep inside me. "I'm too young to have a baby," I moaned, no longer sure who I was trying to convince. "You're eighteen," he replied. "I'm still in high school," I argued. "So? You wouldn't be the only pregnant girl in your class. Plus, then you'll get to be a young, hot, teen mom. I'm telling you, getting pregnant young will pay off," he insisted. He wasn't wrong there. At least a dozen of my classmates sported baby bumps of their own. I couldn't help but wonder what it was like, feeling your baby kicking it's way to life inside you. "People will think I'm a slut. One of those stupid girls who can't keep her legs closed and got herself knocked up," I murmured. "I'll make you a deal. If you don't cum before I do, I'll pull out," he said, kissing me again as he picked up the pace, fucking me faster, harder, and deeper. "That's so not fair. I'm already so close," I moaned. "You'll just have to resist," he teased. "I can't," I whimpered, biting my lip. "Sure you can. If you don't, you're gonna feel my cock exploding inside you, filling you up with cum," he murmured. He slid his full length inside, then consciously forced his dick to jerk inside me, giving me a delightful preview. "No fair," I groaned. There was nothing I could do. I was gonna cum, and then so was he, and then I'd get to spend my senior year in maternity clothes. "Think about that cute little belly of yours swelling up as our baby grows inside you," he said earnestly, his strokes turning hard and deliberate. "It's too much," I cried. He wasn't just screwing me bareback for kicks. My boyfriend was actively trying to fuck me pregnant. "And that's just for starters. I intend to knock you up over and over again," he said proudly, looking me straight in the eye, taking my hand into his own. I lost it. My mind was awash of hormones and ecstasy, the idea of him taking me in hand, making me pregnant, blew all my doubts and fears out of the water. "I'm gonna cum," I screamed. "Me too." "Oh fuck!" The world exploded as I felt his seed spurt inside my fertile womb. I have no idea how long we stayed there. His cock was limp when it finally slipped out of me. The last thing I remember about that night was putting a pillow under my ass, making sure that none of his sperm escaped my wonderfully fucked pussy. - Eight months later he was fucking me bareback once again. This time I was on top, a practical necessity of my condition. My swollen breasts sat on top of my even more swollen belly, which gyrated obscenely as I rode his cock. "You know, I'm really glad you talked me into having a baby. I never thought I would feel this way, but now that she's inside me, I can't imagine being without her," I cooed, rubbing my belly as I savored the waves of pleasure. "You think it's a girl?" my boyfriend asked curiously. I shrugged, panting as my first orgasm of the evening started to build. "I dunno," I sighed. "Just a feeling." - Nineteen years later, I felt the ever comforting and familiar presence of my husband's bare cock slipping inside my dripping cunt. The practical side of my mind reminded me I already had fifteen children, and that while money was no issue, maybe I ought to quit while I'm ahead. The side of my mind that needed a good fucking won out, bringing his hand to my milk laden breast as I ground my ass against his pelvis. "Are you gonna cum inside me?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "I always do," he smirked, kissing the back of my neck. Of course. "You know I'm ovulating, right?" It wasn't like we scheduled our lovemaking around my biological clock or anything, but he did make a point to fill me with cum when I was ripe for breeding. I rubbed my clit as he started to thrust. If I was getting pregnant again, I intended to cum hard. "I'm aware of that, yes," he said, squeezing my breast. Fuck, why did I love being bred so much? "You're gonna get me pregnant. Again," I moaned, pointing out the obvious. "That's the idea," he said simply. "I'm too old to have a baby," I moaned, knowing full well that neither of us cared. "You're thirty-seven," he replied. "My oldest daughter's a senior in high school. And pregnant herself I might add," I argued. "So you won't be the only pregnant girl in the family. Plus, you'll get to be a sexy mom and a hot grandma at the same time. I told you getting pregnant at eighteen would pay off," he said confidently. He wasn't wrong there. Many of my friends sported baby bumps of their own. I couldn't help but remember what it was like, feeling your baby kicking it's way to life inside you. "People will think I'm a nut. One of those religious wackos that thinks Jesus wants them to stay knocked up," I complained. "I'll make you a deal. If you don't cum before I do, I'll pull out," he offered, kneading my breast, drawing a warm jet of milk into his palm. "That's not fair. You've knocked me up over a dozen times with that line," I groaned. "Sixteenth times a charm," he smirked. "God, I'm so close," I moaned. "I'm going to fill you up," he warned, quickening his thrusts. "Please," I begged. I wanted him fill me up, make me cum, knock me up. "Just imagine yourself, heavy and pregnant again," he whispered. In and out, in and out. "Don't stop," I cried. This wasn't an idle lovemaking session. My husband was actively trying impregnate me. "And it doesn't end there. I'm going to keep you pregnant for as long as I can," he said lovingly, turning me head to face him and kissing me deeply. "I'm cumming," I whimpered against his lips. "Me too." "Fuck!" We stayed like that for hours after the fireworks, long enough to grow hard again, to make sure, to make absolutely certain I would give birth in nine months. The last thing I remember was running my fingers through his hair while he nursed at my breast, wondering how I'd gotten so lucky. - Eight months later I was on top again, my swollen form slowly bucking on top of his bare cock. I ran my hands along my sensuous curves, radiating the warm glow of my beautifully pregnant form. I looked into the mirror, seeing a naked fertility goddess in the reflection. "You know, I'm really glad you talked me into getting pregnant again. I didn't think I would feel this way, but now that she's inside me, I couldn't imagine life without her," I said thoughtfully, stroking the taught skin on my stomach. "You sure it's a girl?" my husband asked curiously. I shrugged. I was going to cum eventually but I wasn't in any hurry. "Definitely," I beamed. Family Planning With that, the doctor picked up from the tray what looked like a large rubber dildo and applied lubrication. With his gloved hand, he spread the lubrication evenly over the probe and brought it to my vaginal lips. I was startled at the touch and the lubricant was cold against my wet cunt lips. He gently moved the probe up and down my slit, which made me so hot but I bit my lip as not to show that I was turned on. He continued to rub it slowly and rhythmically on my outer lips. He paused for a moment, then thrust it in about three inches, which almost made me jump out of that chair, restraints or no restraints. I let out a yell from the sudden overload of pleasurable sensation. "No need to hold it in, Emily. Those feeling are perfectly natural and there is nothing you can do to stifle them. I sent the assistant away so you wouldn't be so self conscious." He continued to put the probe in deeper, twisting and turning all the way. With every twist, my breathing got heavier and my hands began to shake from the erotic feelings. I was barely able to stifle a climax but I was fighting a losing battle. I had a lubricated dildo all the way up my hot cunt and I was securely strapped down. I think the shot also had some sort of sex stimulant because I was really turned on. My torso writhed up and down and my upper legs moved up and down from the intensely pleasurable sensation. My ankles were secured so the was not much freedom of movement. "Emily, I want you to lay back and relax and not fight it. Just let whatever happens happen." At that, the continued to twist and turn the dildo and I let out a steady stream of :'Ooooooos' and 'Awwwwws' "Not much longer, Emily. Good girl" More ooooing and awwwing from me. I was sweating a lot now and my pussy was drenched. I fought off an orgasm and relaxed. I was really tired now. Relaxing was a big mistake. As I let go, the doctor pulled out the dildo and jammed it back in. I let out an ear-splitting scream and the orgasm hit me like a bulldozer. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." My thighs were moving in and out and up and down as much as they could. I let out a cooing sound and relaxed onto the back of the exam table. "Good girl, Emily. Good Girl" the doctor reassured. I was exhausted and incredibly turned on and embarrassed from my loud climax. I needed to rest for a moment so I closed my eyes. Next came the speculum again so the doctor could check his work. "Ok Emily. Everything checks out. We are just about done with this part." This part? What did he mean by 'this part'? "Just lay back and relax for a moment while I finish up, Emily. You did fine." Thank heavens. I don't think I could take anymore of the dildo in me. I had another big orgasm teed up and I don't think I could have suppressed it. The doctor must have sensed it because he stuck his gloved finger into my pussy and made a 'come here' motion I could feel his finger moving back and forth on the roof of my vagina and I lost all control. Wave after wave after wave of powerful sensation slammed into me and the release felt so good. It felt good not to hold that climax back anymore. I was ready to have my restraints off and out of that chair. Thank goodness mom drove me over here, there was no way I could drive myself home after this. Carol Wow. That was quite a show. Naturally, I saw the whole thing. My beautiful Emily looked so sweet and vulnerable strapped to the table. As the doctor probed with that dildo looking thing, Emily's beautiful round breasts bobbed up and down and they were so sexy. I was so proud of her. The look on her face when she let go with that orgasm was just magnificent. She looked so vulnerable and so feminine with that dildo inside her, making her squirm with exquisite sensation. John joined me in the office shortly before the dildo was inserted for the first time. We both watched in appreciation as my little girl rode that thing. I was actually proud to have my husband looking at his naked and restrained stepdaughter. "Oh John, darling, thank you for this. At first I had my doubts, but now I realize we made the right decision. Thank you so much for this, " as I held him close. At that, John leaned over and kissed me and reminded "And the best part is yet to come." Emily I was dozing a little but thought I could get up now. I tried to raise my legs but they and my arms were still restrained. The drugs were still coursing through me because I was still highly aroused but not in full control of my faculties. Oddly, the doctor was applying more lubrication to the dildo in preparation for stuffing it back in me. "Ok Emily darling. Now for the main event." I had no idea why I needed the dildo back in me again and I was afraid to find out. I saw something I missed a moment ago: unlike before, this time the dildo had a clear plastic tube running from the end of it up to something on the tray table. I felt the tip of the dildo at the front of my lips and he rubbed it up and down again and that hot moist feeling returned to my pussy. I groaned and writhed my thighs again and I begged him to stop. The doctor just smiled at that request and moved the dildo deeper inside me. I felt it twist and turn and an orgasm began to build inside me once again With his free hand, the doctor rubbed my pussy lips gently slowly. I asked him to stop but all I got in return was that same condescending smile. Now his finger stroked my clit and I want wild. More gasping sounds and I began cooing like a pigeon. "Come on baby. Don't fight it. I know you're enjoying this." Finally, the probe went as deep as possible and he left it in there. "Emily, what I am about to do to you is going to change your life forever. There is no going back now. This is something your mother and step father told me you needed for a very long time." My god, what was he talking about. I was physically and emotionally spent and now this. "Emily, that probe opened up a clear path to your womb. You are now completely open and receptive. Absolutely no reason now that you cannot have babies." With that, he took a small syringe from the tray table and I could see that it was attached to the plastic tube that was inserted into the dildo lodged deep inside my moist, vulnerable pussy. He brought the syringe closer to me and I could see a label on it. It had the name 'Sean Stratton'. Oh my god! That's my little stepbrother. "This syringe contains your stepbrother's sperm, Emily. We have been collecting it from him for months. I must say he has been a very enthusiastic donor. I am now going to inject his sperm deep into your womb in order to impregnate you. I yelled, "Stop this now!!" "You can't do this to me!" "I don't want to get pregnant" "Mom! Mom! Help me! Mom! Make them stop!" Mom did not come to my rescue. I yelled loud enough for her to hear, why didn't she help me? The doctor walked over to me and massaged my left breast and rubbed my swollen nipple. He then ran his hand gently along the inner part of my left thigh, which caused more pussy juice to discharge. He then twisted the dildo a little but made no effort to pull it back, not even a little. He rubbed my pussy lips and bent down and ran his tongue along my clit in a slow rhythmic dance. Against my will, my body began to heave back and forth in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue on my hot clit. This man, this monster, completely owned me now and he was about to cause me to have a baby grow in my womb. He held the syringe with his thumb on the plunger. Involuntarily, I was building to another orgasm from the stimulation and because that huge dildo was jammed so deep into my womb. "Come on, baby Emily. This is it. Watch the tube as the seed makes its journey from the syringe into your fertile, inviting womb." With that, he pressed the plunger and I saw the white, opaque liquid travel from the syringe down the tube and disappear into the back of the dildo. I knew in a split second all my stepbrother's seed would invade my pussy and impregnate me against my will. With that, I let out a yelp from the pent up sensation of the dildo and clit stimulation and when I relaxed, I noticed a warm sensation deep within me, a sensation of warm liquid spurting into my womb and hitting the back of my uterus. There it was...I was impregnated. I was powerless to stop it. The fluid kept coming and coming and my hot, vulnerable cunt was gushing with my little stepbrother's seed. "I'm releasing this into you slowly, my darling. I want to be sure you take it all. We don't want to waste any of this precious fluid. After all, this is the seed of your baby." I was beyond words. I just crawled into my own little world and wished I could die. Finally, it was over, no more gushing sensation inside me. I hoped my ordeal would end. I just wanted to get out of there and go home. The doctor walked closer and kissed me on the forehead and cheek. "Darling Emily. When you walked into my office this afternoon, I saw you were a beautiful young woman. But now you look even more beautiful with your womb saturated in a man's hot, potent seed." As he pulled the dildo out of me I let out an audible gasp. "Please stop this. Let me go" "We're not quite done yet, my beautiful, inseminated darling. You may rest for a few minutes before the next phase." I was too tired to ask about what he meant. I just lay back and closed my eyes and felt my slippery cunt filled with my stepbrother's seed now working its way into my womb to find my eggs and make me pregnant. I tried not to think about it. The bastard doc returned with a clean dildo. Before he lubed it, he motioned over to the curtained window and made a motion for some unseen person to enter the room. As he applied the lubricant, I saw my mom and stepdad walk into the room. "Mom, mom, what is this? Why didn't you stop them?" "Darling Emily. I know none of this makes sense to you now but you have to trust me, it will someday. I just ask in the meantime that you forgive me. It's for the best, honey, I promise." "Mom, no! He's trying to make me pregnant. With Sean's seed! I don't want to have a baby. This isn't fair." "No Emily, I agree. It isn't fair. What else isn't fair is that in giving birth to you and giving you life, I lost the ability to have any more babies. Honey, I have had to live with that pain for the past 24 years. I asked you many times to start a family in order to heal my pain but you would never listen to me, never consider my feelings or the pain I was going through. All you ever thought about was you and what you wanted." I was too tired to argue. The drugs were still making me extremely aroused and tired at the same time. I lay back on the table again. The creep doctor twisted the dildo deep into me once again, which induced another orgasm instantly. I felt the hot pussy juices flowing past the dildo and out onto my outer pussy lips and down my back. I just then realized that my stepdad was standing not five feet from me looking at my bare body and right at my violated vagina. I was too exhausted to care. I looked up to see a full syringe hooked up to the tube. I was told the next syringe of sperm was donated by my grandfather. I almost puked. Before I could say anything, I felt the familiar sensation of warm semen washing over my womb. My grandfather's incestuous sperm began invading my vulnerable pussy. The doctor handed the syringe over to my mom and instructed her to apply a slow and steady pressure to the plunger. My mom seemed to take delight in it. Her face beamed with pleasure. "There, baby," she whispered. "You just take all of this wonderful seed into your sweet, precious hole. Your grandfather will be so happy to hear how you took his loving gift into your sweet pussy. This is a magnificent gift you're receiving, honey and I am so happy for you." "Emily, this is the first of many pregnancies you will have for me. You can forget about your career, that doesn't matter now. Your new life will be spent making lots of babies. Through you, I will finally have the big family I always wanted" she intoned. The warm fluid continued to flood into my body. "Come on, baby Emily, take Grandpa's seed. Let Grandpa's potent sperm get you pregnant. Don't fight it, honey. There, just let it happen to you. Feel Grandpa's seed inside you," my mom encouraged. I felt more and more pressure on the back of my womb from the spurting jets of incestuous seed assaulting my most private parts. My grandfather's warm seed completely engulfed my vagina. Finally, it was my stepdad's turn. He held the syringe and walked closer to me. As the pushed the plunger, he bent down to suckle my sensitive breasts. Then he played with my nipples, which made them hard again. He kissed my thigh all the way down to my knee. "Carol, I claim your darling daughter as my mistress. Under my instruction, I will mold this proud and beautiful woman into a sweet and submissive baby maker," my stepfather arrogantly proclaimed. "Come on, Emily. Take daddy's seed. Come on. Make a baby for daddy" As he said that, he ran a finger along the outer edge of my pussy lips, which felt swollen and sensitive. The sensation brought me to climax again. I felt the now familiar sensation of warm seed coursing through me again. Stream after stream of hot seed hit my fertile womb and I was powerless to stop it. I lost consciousness after that. I was shocked back to reality by a sharp pain in my arm. I got another shot, which made me really groggy. . I could hardly stand up. They put a terry cloth robe and cheap hospital slippers on me and I was ushered out the back door of the clinic where my stepdad's car was waiting. I don't remember much about the ride home. All I knew was that when I got home, I would begin a new life that would change me forever. Needless to say, I got pregnant. I was a slave to the new life that began to grow inside me.