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Hypno Baby Maker

By Victor Ramierez

Chapter 1

"Dad, Celine and I are so happy together, and we wanted you to be the first to know."

Matthew looked expectantly up at his son Mark. Mark was standing at the end of the dinner table, his arm draped across his wife's shoulders as she sat in her chair, they both smiled proudly at him.

"Know what?" asked Matthew with a grin on his handsome face. Matthew was an older man, in his mid fifties, his brown hair had almost finished turning white, and the laugh lines on his face made him look distinguished, even wise.

His son, Mark, was a younger version of him, with fair brown hair, and a similar muscular build as well.

His daughter-in-law was a real beauty. Her long black hair spilled down to frame her porcelain-like white skin. Her full lips parted slightly to reveal her perfect, glistening, white teeth beneath them. Her fine features almost made her look like a doll, but Matthew knew from some of the stories Mark had let slip that she was far from a little breakable doll, she was a wildcat when she chose to be.

"We're looking to increase the Weaving family Dad. We're trying for a baby," Mark grinned and looked down at his lovely bride. She was breathing heavily in excitement, her ample bosom was heaving, and Mark found himself catching a peek of her breasts as he stared past her white pearls, down the cleavage at the front of her purple evening dress. He felt his cock jerk, they had only been married a few years and he still loved the thought of hammering her sweet pussy, and sucking on those heavenly puffy nipples of hers.

"We want a child as quickly as possible," gushed Celine, grinning openly.

Matthew pushed the red velvet upholstered, heavy, wooden dining chair away from the large table they were sitting at. He stood, removing the napkin from his lap, unconsciously straightening his red tie and white long sleeved business shirt, as he stood upright.

He moved around to his son and shook his hand firmly, clasping his son's other shoulder warmly in his open hand.

"Congratulations son, I wish you both all the luck in the world with it."

He leaned forwards to give Celine a kiss on the cheek, and he also caught a glimpse down the front of her dress. He felt a twinge in his cock at the sight of her cleavage, what man wouldn't want to nail this red-hot piece of arse. After a second he turned his head, this was his son's daughter, the future mother of his grandchildren. He would not allow himself to think of her like that, he was just horny. It had been several years since his wife had died, leaving him alone with his son, his two older daughters lived overseas and had already moved away by then, it left just the two of them. Matthew had thrown himself into his psychology practice and had managed to bury himself in other people's problems to forget his own. Unfortunately this meant there was not a lot of fucking going on in his bed, only the occasional drunken colleague alone in his town at a conference. But it had been some time since even Doctor Susan Phillips had stopped over for a night of drunken monkey sex, and his cock wanted some attention.

Matthew smiled and returned to his seat, to finish his steak.

Matthew was happy, humming away to himself as he daydreamed and washed the dishes in the kitchen sink. He liked to do this himself, by hand, his dishwasher sitting idle beneath the bench. Matthew found it gave him a moment of quiet, something that didn't require a lot of thought to achieve, and he often let his mind wander as the warm soapy water washed around his fingers and the dirty plates.

Celine was a fine woman, he was happy his son had found such a perfect specimen; they would have stunning children together.

And yet, his mind kept wandering back to her spectacular jugs and her curvaceous arse, which he had watched sway back and forwards as she walked along before him to their black BMW sedan parked in the driveway.

With a sudden jerk he pulled his hand out of the water, sucking his finger where he had just pricked it with a sharp steak knife. Vowing to be more careful, he turned his thoughts back to the task at hand.

With a sudden gasp Matthew threw himself upright in his bed, his sheets soaked with sweat, he panted as he clicked the bedside lamp on and reached for the glass of water he always kept beside the bed. He turned and looked down at his pet dog Terry, a Beagle who looked up at his master quizzically.

"Just a bad dream Terry, go back to sleep buddy."

Terry groaned and rolled over, resuming his snoring.

"Some company you are," smiled Matthew at the dog sleeping on his little beanbag bed on the floor.

Matthew ran his hand down his face and looked at the stark red light of the digital clock, which declared it was 3am.

Matthew groaned and turned the light off; he lay back in his crisp white sheets, and tried to get back to sleep.

In his mind, the dream he had just awoken from kept replaying itself. Again and again he saw himself on top of Celine's naked sweaty body, as he thrust away at her sweet loins. With a final thrust he came deep inside her and that was when he had awoken.

"Obsess much, old man?" he asked himself as he rolled onto his side and eventually eased back into a light, non-committal sort of sleep.

Chapter 2

Matthew liked his office; it was bright and open, with a large window behind his desk. He had all the traditional furniture people expected from a doctor of his stature, old style leather chairs and couches, a big imposing wooden writing desk, which he sat behind, he even had the green banker's lamp with the little gold beaded cord to switch it on and off. Sometimes he thought it was a bit amusing, this fa�ade of tradition, but it helped business so he tolerated it. They didn't even seem to mind the black desktop computer that sat humming away on the corner of the desk, completely out of place with the d�cor but perfectly in keeping with an office of today.

He grabbed the sandwiches his receptionist, Maria, had left on his desk and he leaned back in his chair as he gazed out the window.

He had a great view of the ocean from this building, he was only a few blocks away from the harbour and there were no other tall buildings to obstruct his view. He had an hour or so before his next appointment, Maria claimed it was just a co-incidence that it also happened the break was at lunchtime, but they both knew she was looking out for him and leaving a gap in his schedule. Maria was a kind girl, a pretty 20-something year old with long curly black hair, which was not surprising given her Spanish heritage.

She had a smile that lit up the room, and a cute little button nose. He loved her like a daughter, and always looked out for her, and she returned the favour.

The intercom on his phone buzzed as he watched the Pelicans fly down to the wharves, and he reached back and clicked it on, still enjoying the view.

"What can I do for you Maria?" he asked happily.

"I have a surprise for you Doctor."

"Oh really, well don't keep me in suspense," he chuckled.

The door behind him clicked open as he turned to see what Maria had in store for him.

To his surprise, he saw Celine walk into his office, smiling happily at her father-in-law.

He gulped quickly, and caught hold of himself.

"Surprise," she grinned.

"Hello there," he met her half way across the room and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, twice in two days?"

She sat down in the comfortable leather armchair opposite his desk as he sat back down in his chair.

"Well I'm here for a favour Mat."

"Anything for you my dear, what is it?"

"It's a professional request."

"Fire away," he smiled reassuringly, as he noticed the slight look of unease on her face.

"It's about the child we're trying to have..." she paused and looked at him, unsure of what to say.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, starting to get worried.

"Well I'm not sure. We're having problems falling pregnant."

"You've only just started dear, give it time."

"We've been trying for months now. The doctor suggested we tell someone what we're doing, you know to give ourselves a bit of a mental kick along in case it's something in our heads, you know, that we're not fully committed to this or something like that."

Matthew wasn't sure how sound this theory was, but decided he'd let it go for now.

"So what did you want to ask me Cel?"

"Well I had a thought, with you being a psychologist, perhaps you could take it to the next level with the whole mental block idea."

"I'm not sure I follow you," he sat back in his chair, wondering if she was heading where he thought she might be heading.

"You can do hypnosis can't you?"

"Why yes, I can. But I'm not sure what value that would have..."

"Oh please!" she begged, cutting him off. "We're desperate, please at least try this."

Matthew was quiet for a moment, a thousand thoughts running through his head.

"If it will make you happy," he said finally.

"Oh thank you, I knew you'd help!" she exclaimed excitedly as she ran around the desk and dropped into his lap to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Alright, I've already said yes," he chuckled. "There's no need to try and bribe me with your body now."

"Oh you wicked old man," she chuckled as she slapped him on the shoulder as she stood and returned to her seat.

"I didn't realise that that was all it would have taken to convince you to do my bidding," she said in a mock hypnotic tone.

"I think that's all it would take to get most men to do your bidding," he laughed back at her.

She grinned at the compliment, as he stood up and slipped his white doctor's coat on.

"What's that for?" she asked curiously.

"Well it's just for the look actually," he laughed, as did she. "People expect it, you know. Plus it gives me somewhere to keep my peanut butter M&Ms," he said as he slipped a packet out of the pocket to show her.

She shook her head in amusement, her black hair flowing freely around her face.

Matthew sat down in the other armchair opposite her, and leaned towards her.

"Ok get comfortable, slip your shoes off if you like."

She did, and then she wriggled herself back into the chair, allowing the soft brown leather to swallow her body into its folds.

Matthew grabbed the room remote from his other coat pocket; he turned the lights down and closed the blinds, to give a nice darkened atmosphere.

"Are you comfy?"

"Yes, it's lovely," she purred contentedly.

"Ok, well we're ready to begin then," he said as he pulled a clear crystal the size of a marble from his pocket and she watched it as it glistened from the small lamp he had pointed in his direction.

Matthew had been trained in hypnotherapy years ago, and he used it only occasionally. He was surprised at how quickly Celine went under as she stared at the crystal and listened to the calming sound of his voice as he reassured her. Slowly he talked her down deeper and deeper until after about 20 minutes he had her in a place where she would take on any and all commands he gave her.

He questioned her about her conception problems, and it turned out that she did not have any mental issues preventing her; she just hadn't fallen pregnant yet.

Continuing to chat to her he discovered some other things too. He was surprised to find that she found him attractive too, like son like father perhaps. There was a family resemblance after all.

Matthew watched as she laid her head back and closed her eyes, asleep again as he had commanded.

He needed a moment to think. He stared at her; he followed the line of her jaw, down around to her chin. He drank in the sight of her full, pouting lips, and thought about how he would love to kiss them.

He looked at her beautiful skin, the lines of her neck leading down to her pearls, and lower to disappear into her blouse.

"You look very hot," he suggested, allowing himself a moment's indulgence. "I can see the beads of perspiration on your brow. Perhaps you should loosen your blouse, undo a few buttons..."

She reached up and undid the top four buttons and pulled her light blue blouse open to reveal her lacy blue bra underneath, concealing her magnificent d-cup breasts.

Matthew's mouth was dry, as he stared at the magnificent breast-meat before him. He could, if he wanted, get her to remove the bra very easily and then he could see her in all her glory, naked before him, just as he had imagined. He felt his hand wanting to reach out to them, to fondle them and he could feel himself weakening. It would only take a second, and no one would ever know. Who would it harm, after all she would never remember.

Finally, his moral mental resolve slapped down the evil little voice inside him, and he told her to do up her blouse and then woke her up before the situation got out of control.

"Well, hopefully that might give you a hand," he said as he walked her to the front door, where her car was parked.

"So you think the session will do something for me?"

"Of course," he lied, wanting to give her every reason to believe she could conceive. "You'll be a fantastic mother and a gorgeous one too. All of the fathers will be chasing you around the soccer field."

She laughed as he lightened the mood, and smiled.

"Thanks Mat, I couldn't ask for a better father-in-law."

Chapter 3

Matthew had been beside himself for days. He had almost done something unthinkable. He had almost crossed the line, and worse still he had almost done it to Cel.

Every night the scenario played in his dreams, he felt himself reaching to grab hold of her ample breast, he could almost feel it in his hand, its warmth, its perfect weight, her soft skin pressing into his hand as he caressed the nipple with his palm. He could smell her too, the perfume and the hint of womanly juices wafted through his senses. His mind reeled, he wanted nothing more than to pop that juicy little nipple into his mouth and suck on it like there was no tomorrow. Matthew had always been a tit man, and Cel's were exquisite.

Every night he woke sweating, the illicit thrill of the dream slowly subsiding to be replaced by the guilt and remorse of what had almost happened, now coupled with the dream he wished he wasn't having.

Climbing out of bed, he padded softly across the carpet into the living room to his bar, poured himself a drink and sat down to watch late night TV as Terry came and lay down at his feet.

Matthew opened the door, and was surprised to see Celine standing in front of him. She was obviously on her way home from work, still dressed in her business attire of a light blue blouse, tucked into a navy suit skirt and navy leather high heels. Her hair was tied up into a sort of bun at the back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck and throat, showcasing her pearls and gold earrings very nicely.

He stared at her for a second, unsure of what to do next.

"Well hello to you too," she joked. "I'd love to come in, thanks."

"Sorry," he said shaking his head. "I'm a bit out of sorts at the moment."

"Yeah you look like it too," she said as she ran her finger down his stubble-lined jaw. "Maria is worried about you; she said you haven't been in to work for the last couple of days."

"She's a good girl, she worries too much."

"We worry too, Mark asked me to stop by and check on you and see why you haven't been answering his calls."

Mat stared at her for a moment, he had been moping around the house and hadn't answered any calls, he didn't want to speak to anyone, and he just wanted to wallow in his guilt, for a few days anyway.

"So where have you been," she asked as she sat down on the living room couch.

"I have been in bed, a touch of the flu or something," he lied.

"Well why didn't you let us know," she reprimanded him, slapping him on the arm "I would have come over to look after you."

"Only if you have a little nurse's outfit, otherwise there's no point," he said automatically, continuing his normal playful banter with Celine. He suddenly realised what he'd said and the guilt washed over him.

"Oh you're all talk big boy, look at you, you've gone white."

Quickly she got up and grabbed a couple of glasses from the cabinet and poured scotch into them. She handed him one and sat back down.

"You wouldn't have the energy for that sort of thing, but this will help fix you up," she said, indicating that he should drink some.

He sipped, seeing that she wasn't going to take no for an answer, and then he sipped some more.

"That's better. It's a good thing that Mark's away on business tonight; I can stay and look after you properly."

Matthew turned even whiter and sank back into his chair.

"You poor thing," she cooed, pressing her hand against his forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever though," as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his arm.

Matthew's mind was racing; this was going to be a long, long night, unless he could convince her to leave somehow.

Several drinks later, he had been unsuccessful in getting her to go home. They had eaten some pizza she'd had delivered and she'd been attending to his every need. She had discarded her jacket and kicked off her high heels, and seemed to have settled in for the night. She was determined to look after him, to pay him back for the hypno session, which she kept reminding him about. A favour he longed to forget due to the shame he felt about the fact he'd almost taken advantage of her.

"Come on, drink up, I've got another one waiting for you. It's an old Irish cure, drink a bottle of scotch and climb into a hot bed to sweat out the virus. Works like a charm every time."

"You're such a good man," she said, smiling happily at him. She had had a few drinks but not as many as him. "You'll be such a great grandfather, I just wish your son would hurry up and get me knocked up good and proper, I'm starting to wonder..."

Matthew picked up on the sentiment, which she left hanging in the air.

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with Mark, perhaps you will need another few sessions," he said, only realising what he was getting himself in for after the words had left his mouth.

"Oh Mat, that would be wonderful, you'll have to hurry up and get better."

"It'll be much easier now," he said, easing back in his chair.

"Why is that?" asked Celine, he had her complete attention now.

"Hypnotic trigger..." he mumbled, almost asleep.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't have to hypnotise you again from scratch, if I say 'baby maker' then you'll fall right to sleep again, deeper than in the office," and with that he laid back happily on the couch and started to snore.

Matthew rolled up into a sitting position; he had awoken to find himself lying on the couch, still pretty drunk. He'd fallen asleep from the drink, and he really wanted to go to bed now.

He sat up and looked around him, he could hear the reassuring sounds of Terry sleeping in the bedroom nearby, and he rubbed his hand down his tired face.

"What time is it?" he mumbled, trying to focus on his watch. It was 1:30am, and time for sleeping. He sat there, mentally preparing himself to get up, and he then put his hands out to press down on the couch and push himself up to his feet. One hand came down on something warm, and he looked around to see what it was. He jumped a mile when he realised there was someone on the couch next to him. He calmed slightly when he realised it was Celine. She was just sitting there sound asleep.

"Celine you're asleep," he said, nudging her to get her to wake up.

"Yes, I am asleep" she intoned briefly, before her head slumped forwards like a ragdoll.

This rang a little bell in Matthew's brain, and he thought about it for a moment. He suddenly remembered what they'd been talking about when he nodded off.

"My god, you're under," he whispered to himself in shock.

He stared at her for a moment. "Celine you are very relaxed and calm."

"Yes, very relaxed and calm," she mumbled.

She was under all right, he'd forgotten he even put the hypnotic trigger in to her head, it was standard thing to make the next session easier, and the choice of trigger word was just his tiny sense of humour at work. He'd done it before he'd nearly had the incident with her, and after that he had no intention of ever having another session with her again.

He watched her breathing, for a moment, staring at the pearl necklace around her throat. He watched her chest rise and fall, slowly and calmly as she sat there.

His eyes traced the line of her throat down past the pearls, into the cleavage of her ample bosom. He cleared his throat and his mind, still fuelled by alcohol, wasn't really sure what the problem was. She was a babe, and there was no reason he couldn't look at her, like any other man would look at her and appreciate her beauty, and her body.

His son had done very well to land this prize; he nodded to himself in agreement. It was a shame that they were having this problem, they both deserved to be happy. He suspected from his chats with Celine that she was starting to think that Mark might be the problem. It was a shame, as he himself had never had any problems in that department. Whenever they had tried, Mary had fallen pregnant almost immediately.

It was a shame Mark didn't take after his father, then Miss Celine here would know what a fertile man's seed was all about.

He picked up his glass and gulped down more of his drink, it was watery from the melted ice, but he finished it anyway.

He stared at her for a moment longer, and then the solution dawned on him. He could help them out, all he had to do was knock Celine up and then everything would be fine, and no one would ever know his son was firing blanks.

He nodded happily, his solution was perfect, and it was a win-win situation for everyone concerned.

Tonight his moral centre couldn't outweigh the evil voice screaming at him to seize the opportunity, along with the drunken logical voice that wanted to help his son.

"Celine, it very hot in here isn't it. I can see the perspiration on your skin from over here."

She nodded and started fanning herself with her hand.

"You'd be much cooler if you took that silly blouse off. You don't need that in here, we're family after all."

She nodded and started to reach for the pale blouse. She quickly unbuttoned it, raising herself up off the couch to help, and then she slipped it off exposing her matching pale blue bra, which was doing a superb job of holding those bountiful breasts in place.

She lay back and continued to rest.

"That's a bit better isn't it?"

"Yes Matthew, it is."

"You are still perspiring Cel, you'd better get that hot woollen skirt off too."

She nodded and reached around behind herself to unzip it. She wriggled around on the cushion, and then started to slide it down her thighs as she squirmed around on the seat. The skirt was removed to expose her lacy blue panties, encased inside a set of flesh coloured pantyhose.

Matthew could feel himself getting turned on, and he sat back in the single seat recliner, and looked at his daughter-in-law, wearing only her underwear.

"That's better, isn't it dear?"

She nodded, and dabbed at her own brow with her hand.

"Now, you're feeling very calm and relaxed aren't you Celine?"

"Yes, very calm and relaxed."

"Now when I count to three you're going to awaken, you'll be very refreshed and you'll be very aroused."

"Very aroused..." she mumbled in agreement.

"Now whenever you look at me, you'll see Mark, your loving husband. He turns you on more than anyone else in the world doesn't he?"

"Yes, he makes me so hot," she started to squirm, rubbing her thighs together.

"You and your husband are going to try to get pregnant again tonight, and you're really looking forward to it, aren't you?"

"Yes I'm looking forward to making love to you Mark."

"That's right honey, I'm you husband Mark who you want to please me in any way."

"Yes, I want to please you."

"You want to do whatever I say, to turn me on, and then we can make love."

"Yes Mark, tell me what to do, make love to me."

"Ok, when I count to three, you're my horny, submissive, eager to please wife."

"Yes Mark, whatever you say."

"One, two, three."

Immediately she opened her eyes and smiled at him, lustfully gazing out from under her eyelids at him.

"Hi there," she said playfully.

"Hi yourself."

She slid off the couch and crawled on all fours over to him, purring like a giant cat.

"You ready to stroke your little pussy... cat?" she grinned up at him.

"Well if I'm going to be stroking you, I'd better be able to get to, every last inch of your beautiful skin," she smiled as he ran his finger along her jaw line, stroking the warm flesh.

"You want a striptease big boy, is that it?"

"Sounds good to me," he grinned and lay back into the voluminous cushions of the recliner.

She jumped up and headed for the wall unit, flicking on the stereo and quickly selecting a late night radio channel that was playing something slow, sexy and saxophone-y.

Gyrating her hips from side to side in time with the music, she danced around the room, smiling sexily back over her shoulder at him. She reached up behind her head and released her hairclip, allowing her long locks to spill down her back.

As she continued to dance, she reached back and slowly undid the clasp on her bra, holding it in place with her hands she spun around to tease him with her covered flesh. She moved to within centimetres of his face, rotating her chest around in his face, before, with a flourish, she pulled the bra away to reveal her naked breasts, to her drunken, horny father-in-law.

He gulped, and was using all of what was left of his drunken self-control to stop himself from simply throwing her down on the floor right now.

She straddled his legs, knees on each side of him, and leaned forwards to thrust her warm titty-flesh in his face.

"You like that baby?" she cooed.

"You know I do," he groaned from within her cleavage and began to fondle and kiss whatever part of her breasts he could reach.

"No no," she grinned as she pulled herself up off him. "You mustn't touch the dancer; the doorman will throw you out otherwise."

She gyrated across the room away from him, and then slid back alongside the couch. She grabbed hold of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it down over her panties, down to her knees, and then sat back on the couch. She slid it sensually off her feet, one at a time, and then flicked it across to him. He caught it and held it to his face, and began to inhale her scent from the crotch area exaggeratedly.

She giggled and climbed back to her feet. She spun around and with a sharp fast movement she bent over, twisting her body to one side and looked up at him from alongside her legs.

"Ready?" she asked, playfully.

"Go for it."

"I'll need a fifty for that," she joked, and he pretended to slip a note into her waistband. She smiled sexily, and fluttered her eyelids at him.

"Anything for a paying customer, sir."

She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of the lacy panties and slowly pulled them down, exposing her perfect peach-shaped arse to him. She slid them all the way down to her ankles and then stepped out of them with her left foot. She spread her feet further apart on the ground, and as he ran his eyes over the rear of the fleshy lips of her neatly trimmed black haired pussy, which he could see peeking out from between her gorgeous arsecheeks, she grabbed hold of her knees and bent fully over, smiling up at him from between her legs.

"I'll show you all my treasures for another fifty..."

Quickly he leaned forwards and handed her another pretend fifty. She giggled and reached up behind herself to grab hold of her firm arsecheeks. She rubbed her hands around on her soft flesh, holding them tightly and teasing him with the view he was about to receive. Finally she slowly spread her cheeks apart to reveal the entire backside of her fleshy cuntlips, and her delicate little puckered arsehole.

"Very nice," he gulped as he stared at her jewels.

"You know, I'm the number one dancer here big boy, want to pay extra for a private lap dance?"

He smiled at her.

"I certainly wouldn't want to miss that for all the money in the world."

With a little spin on her toes, she slid across to him, and reached down to the front of his boxers. The bulge from his erect cock was obvious as it made a nice little tent in the front of his satin underwear.

"Hmmm, looks like someone's enjoying the show," she giggled as she gave his cock a gentle rub through the material.

Matthew almost went through the roof in one movement; the sensation in his mind had been explosive, as soon as she had made contact. He didn't know if it was the alcohol, the illicit thrill of doing this with his daughter-in-law or just his recent lack of sex, but he was sure as hell turned on.

"Let's release the prisoner shall we?"

She grabbed hold of his boxers, and with his help, she slid them down his thighs and down to his ankles. She stared at his erect cock, and blew him a kiss.

"You are very appreciative tonight honey; your cock looks like it's even grown bigger.

"Less talk," he suggested, changing the subject as quickly as possible. "Where's the lap dance I'm paying for?"

She smiled and nodded. "As you wish sir, the customer is always right."

"Damn straight he is."

She straddled him again, pulling his t-shirt off over his head to reveal his grey-haired, toned chest, and then started gyrating up and down brushing her nipples back and forth across his face and chest. His cock was pointing to the sky and kept rubbing against her arse or pussy as she moved around.

After a few moments, she spun around and slid down to sit in his lap. She started gyrating her hips around on him; he could feel her inner-warmth as her moist pussylips dragged their way back and forwards across his rock hard erection.

He couldn't take this any loner and without warning, he grabbed hold of her waist and pushed his pelvis up at her, pressing his angry cock into her wet cunt.

With one slick movement he slid all the way into her, and then held her in place.

"Ohhh," she moaned in pleasure. "I thought I told you not to touch the dancer."

"Didn't say I couldn't fuck her though," he whispered in her ear as he began to thrust up at her.

She groaned again and after a moment she began to move up and down on top of him, riding him.

"That's it babe, ride that hard cock," he groaned.

"You're so naughty tonight," she giggled.

"Shut up and fuck me," he grunted, smacking her on the butt, which jiggled in response.

She moaned, and started to ride him harder.

Matthew's mind was in overdrive; the sensations were rushing through him. Her wet and warm pussy was firmly sucking his manhood deep within her moist cavern, plunging in again and again as she rode him hard, following his every command. He fondled her arsecheeks as they jiggled up and down before him, and she loved it. She leaned back, pressing her back against his chest, pointing her erect nipples to the ceiling. He ran his hands up over her taut belly, up to her meaty tits. He took hold of them, one in each hand and began to squeeze them firmly, enjoying the feel of her tits. He had always loved big tits, and there was nothing better than having a set of jugs in your hands with a nice hard nipple firmly pressed into your palm, that was living. How his son Mark had landed this hot little piece of arse he didn't know, but he was very glad that he had done so, as now he could enjoy her too.

"Oh yeah, that's it squeeze my titties," she moaned.

"You like having Mark's big hard cock in your pussy, you naughty dancer?"

"Yes, fuck me with it, fuck me."

Matthew nibbled on her neck as she lay back against him, still thrusting away onto his throbbing dick.

"I'm going to fill you up with my hot baby-making seed, would you like that," he hissed in her ear.

"Please Mark, please, put your hot seed in my belly. Fuck me and fill me right up."

"Ok baby, you got it. I'm not stopping until I see cum leaking out of your ears."

"Yeah, fill me up to the brim. Do me hard Marky."

Matthew could feel his temperature rising and he knew it wasn't going to be long now. He took hold of her hips again and forced her pussy down onto his hard rod again and again until he finally jammed himself in as far as he could go, and held her in place as he shot jet after jet of hot sperm into her pink depths. She thrashed about in climax as she felt him pressing hard up against her clit; her mind was spinning as she felt the jets of come splashing her insides.

"Oh yeah Mark, that was so good," she moaned as she pressed herself back against him, and his hands roamed her breasts playing with her nipples.

"Stop it; you'll make me horny again."

"That's ok, you're going to have your ankles around you ears all night long baby," he gave her a slap and she gasped at the wicked pleasure of it all.

"What's gotten into you tonight?" she asked happily as she slid off his lap.

"Come with me, and I'll show you what's going to be getting into you tonight... again and again."

Chapter 4

Matthew lay in bed, staring at the sleeping woman next to him. His daughter-in-law lay naked alongside him, with the last remnants of his cum slowly coagulating on the sheets beneath her, cold and gooey.

He had done exactly what he had told her he was going to do and had thrown her over the end of the bed to take her from behind, before then putting her ankles up around her head as he banged her hard from above. He had come in her as many times as he could manage, and he was pretty proud that a man of his age could still manage three loads in one night.

He watched her heavenly tits rise up and down as she breathed, and the little moral voice inside him attempted to exert itself, before being quickly silenced by the finality of what had already happened, and was laying here alongside him now. It was done so he may as well complete it.

Celine woke up and found she was lying alongside her husband, he smiled at her and she grinned up at him.

"Good morning," she rolled over and groaned, whilst trying to stretch.

"You animal, I have so many kinks in my back now. What got into you last night?"

"I think it was just what we needed, some wild monkey sex."

She blushed a little bit as she smiled at him, and started to slide out of bed.

He leant over and slapped her retreating arse as she made her way towards the bathroom.

"Ring work and tell them you're sick, I want to have you here for the whole day."

"Ok big boy, anything you say," she said in a mock subservient tone from inside the bathroom. "Can I finish peeing first master?"

"I have never known you to be so naughty Mark," she said as she tied the apron around her naked waist. "Maybe it's because we're here house sitting for you father, have you got some sort of fantasy about doing it here at dear old dad's place?"

"Yeah that must be it," he chuckled as he sat his naked arse down at the table. "Bacon and eggs this morning, I need to keep my strength up babe."

"Your wish is my command master," she pressed her hands together and bowed low before him, in a mock 'I Dream Of Jeannie' pose.

He licked his lips in anticipation as he had a great view down the front of her apron into her naked cleavage.

"Hurry up and get the food ready, I'm hungry for other things too you know."

Quickly she went to work in the kitchen to fix her darling husband some breakfast.

Matthew finished his breakfast and wiped the last crumbs from his mouth, as he watched Celine finish her piece of toast.

"That was a lovely breakfast my little maid, now would you be so good as to clean up the table."

"Why certainly my lord," she said in a put-on voice of what she thought an English servant girl would sound like.

She was quick this one, she had caught on immediately, Matthew was going to enjoy playing with her for the day.

Celine moved to the other side of the table, opposite Matthew, and bent over in front of him to pick up his plate.

"Let me get that for you sir," she said as she was doing her best to give him a view of her tits beneath the apron.

She moved around alongside him and reached across to grab his empty coffee mug, making sure she was rubbing her breast against his arm as she did so.

He stretched his arm out around her waist, and without warning, he pulled her close to him and shoved her forwards over the table. Quickly he kicked the chair out from under himself as he stood up, and aimed his erect cock at the quivering buttocks before him.

"It's time to teach you a lesson little miss," he said as he gave her arse a slap. "You can't go around teasing your master like that and expect that there will be no ramifications..." he said as he pressed forwards with his cock, feeling it hit her exposed labia. "...For your actions!"

Her head snapped back and she moaned in delight as she felt his hard shaft part her delicate pussy lips and plunge inside her.

"You've been asking for this for a long time young lady, always teasing me."

"Yes master," she moaned as he shoved his hard cock into her again and again, making the table squeak on the floor as his repeated thrusts made it move slightly across the floor.

She felt her warm skin pressed against the cool timber of the table as he pressed her down against it with his hand on her neck. His other hand gripped her hip and directed her back and forwards on his cock, whilst occasionally slapping her arse too.

"Just how many men have you had between those wanton thighs of yours, hmm? How many little bastard children have sprung from your fertile loins?"

"No sir, I haven't," she moaned, still playing her part.

"Well, now you'll have a bastard child of good breeding, an upper class bastard!" he yelled as he drove the length of his cock into her again and began to fill her up again with his red hot spunk.

He collapsed forwards over her, pressing her body down into the table with the weight of his own body, holding her in place as his seed worked its way through her.

After a moment he stood up and plonked himself back down in his chair where it had come to rest behind him.

She lay on the table panting, as he sat behind her watching the trickle of his cum start to slowly inch its way down her inner thigh.

She rolled over onto her back and then slowly stood up using the table to support herself.

"Wow! I'm glad I stayed home today."

After fucking Celine again, in the shower after breakfast, Matthew decided to send her home to get some sleep, so he fixed her perception and she believed she had just stayed the night to look after him, and the fucking sessions she remembered with her husband had been on some previous evening, and sent her on her way.

That evening Matthew knocked on the door of his son's house, and waited happily as Celine opened the door to him. Celine was expecting her father-in-law for dinner, to keep her company whilst Mark was away. She had dressed up for the occasion, and was wearing a nice little black dress and some sparkly diamond earrings and matching necklace. Black leather stilettos and those black stockings with the seam up the back of them completed the outfit.

Matthew gave her a whistle of appreciation as he gave her an exaggerated look up and down.

"You're looking better today," she smiled as she invited him in and took his coat. "Find some young nurse to do wicked things to?"

"Ha! I wish," he grinned. "The only woman in my life at the moment is you."

"Well I'm sorry, but I'm a one man woman."

"Ahh well, if you change your mind..."

"Oh you," she laughed as she slapped his arm and escorted him into the dining room.

"I hope you don't mind, I don't get to entertain as often as we used to," she said indicating the elaborate setting on the table.

"It looks lovely, but you really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."

"I'll get dinner," she said as Matthew sat down.

After they both had eaten a splendid meal of Beef Stroganoff with lovely steamed vegetables and freshly made fettuccine, washed down with a fine red wine, they both sat back in their chairs enjoying each other's company.

"It's a shame no new woman has discovered you Mat."

"Well it is what it is, my life that is."

"That sounds very philosophical," she laughed at him.

"I must be getting deep and introspective in my old age."

"Well that sounds dull, so have some more wine before it gets too depressing."

Matthew nodded and she poured another glass for him, and filled hers up again.

"Cheers," he said with a grin. They clinked their glasses together and continued drinking.

Celine laughed as she slid her chair out from the table and moved the crockery and cutlery to the sink. Matthew stood and helped her clear the table as she filled the sink with hot water.

"I won't have time to do this in the morning, and this good dinnerware can't go in the dishwasher. I have to do it by hand, I hope you don't mind."

"I'll help you dry," he grinned as he grabbed the towel off the hook next to the oven.

She began to wash the dishes in the sink as he continued to bring items to her from the table across the room. As he walked up behind her he noticed her arse swaying from side to side in her skin-tight dress, and he liked what he saw. He had every intention of continuing his mission to seed her womb tonight, and now his cock was awakening as he watched her.

He moved up behind her, and pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered.

"Babymaker."

Immediately she froze in place, and he breathed in her scent, moving his nose back and forwards in her hair.

"You've had a very relaxing evening at home tonight, haven't you Celine?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"You and Mark have had a very romantic dinner, and now you're tidying up before bed."

"Yes Mark,"

"You know Mark is very frisky, but you need to get these dishes cleaned before you can stop, but no matter how much you wash, you don't seem to be getting any closer to the end."

"Uh huh," she acknowledged.

"In fact, you won't be able to get them all clean until you and Mark have both orgasmed."

"Ok."

"You'd better get on with that cleaning; it won't tidy itself will it dear."

"No Mark," she said as she returned to her scrubbing.

Matthew moved back from her, and placed his hands on the outside of her knees. He ran his hands up the outside of her legs, over her dress before moving back down to the hem. He grabbed hold of it and slid it back upwards over her buttocks to reveal the lacy tops of her black stockings, then her black lace panties and matching suspender belt.

Matthew nodded his head in approval, she looked absolutely ravishing, and he intended to do just that, ravish her.

Her arse was a picture, perfectly framed by the suspender belt, it was firm and supple, and warm and inviting too as he took hold of a cheek in his hand.

She shivered in anticipation, and continued soaping the plates.

"I don't think you're quite getting that spot," he pointed at the plate over her shoulder. "You'd better lean further forward to reach it properly."

"Ok dear," she bent further over at the waist, thrusting her arse back at him, exactly as he had wanted.

He unzipped his trousers and fished out his rock hard cock. He ran it up and down the sides of her stocking covered thighs, as she stared out the kitchen window into the darkened yard, and moaned.

He held his cock in one hand, and grabbed hold of the crotch of her panties with the other.

She gasped as his hand brushed against her pussy lips, and he pulled the panties to one side, exposing her dripping snatch to the evening air.

"Yeah baby," she moaned as he rubbed the tip of his excited cock up and down her moist lips. "Do me over the sink," she pleaded.

"I will," he grunted as he slid his cock into her inviting depths.

"Yeahhh," she groaned as she felt the length of his rod disappear inside her.

He stood for a moment, savouring the sensation, before he started to slide back out.

He did this a few times, just drinking in the incredible feeling of her pussy lips gripping him as he moved between them.

"Fuck me hard Marky," she whispered back over her shoulder at him.

"Ok then," he stabbed his cock into her with one motion, and then began a rapid succession of thrusts and withdrawals that immediately set off a chorus of pleasure within her.

He thrust into her again and again, driving her forwards into the sink, water splashing around as she tried to continue in vain with her dishwashing efforts.

He was almost taking pleasure in thrusting each time she attempted to soap the dish, making her hand miss, and bringing forth another groan of ecstasy mixed with frustration at not being able to wash up.

Matthew was holding her hips as he drove into her, feeling the lace of her panties rubbing against his cock as it slid past them.

He reached up with one hand and fondled her tits through the dress, enjoying the feeling of their plump weight in his hand.

He returned his hand to her hips so he could really begin to thrust properly into her velvet chasm. She was constantly moaning in pleasure now as he increased his speed and pressure. Her sweating buttocks were pressing back against him, sticky against the area he had bared around his shaft. He could feel her juices running back down his cock, and he knew he wouldn't last too long.

She grunted and with a backwards thrust, impaled herself on him and began to orgasm. He felt her muscles spasm around his invading member, and he too thrust into her to return the favour before spilling his hot come into her pussy.

He slumped forwards over her back, half collapsing and half cuddling her.

"Come on Mark, I'm finishing this up and going to bed," she put the last plate down and pulled out the plug, as he continued to stand buried up to the hilt in her cunt. She spun around, sliding herself off his cock, and forcing him to stand up fully.

She looked down at his deflating cock, slowly dripping a mixture of their juices on the floor.

"We'd better go and get cleaned up," she said with a grin, licking her lips. "Let's see if I can get you nice and clean in the shower."

Chapter 5

Matthew had enjoyed Celine's 'company' on many occasions now while Mark was away, her incredible sexiness and the power he had over her made it the ultimate aphrodisiac, he couldn't go a day without having his cock buried in her snatch, leaving her womb full of his hot cum. Tomorrow his son was due back which was going to make it a little harder to spread her legs at will, nothing too difficult though. But that was for tomorrow to worry about, tonight Celine was his again.

The phone rang two or three times, Matthew groaned as he thrust into Celine as she thrashed away underneath him like a wildcat. He looked up and saw the caller-id was his son and he knew he'd better answer it before he became too worried.

"You need to be very quiet, this is an important work call, I need to take it," he said to her as he lifted the handset off the base.

"Hello," he wanted to groan as he felt her clench her muscles down on his cock as he slid into her again, she looked up at his face and gave him a mischievous grin, she was trying to make him give the game away.

"Hello Dad, how are things?"

"Ok Son, how are you?" his mind was exploding, he was talking to his son while he was balls deep in his son's wife, and she was doing her best to get him off while Mark was on the phone.

"I rang Cel, she's not home yet."

"She just left a little while ago; she said something about going late night shopping."

"Ahh, ok. Better not ring home anytime soon then," he laughed. "I'll be back in town tomorrow, how about coming to dinner with the two of us?"

"Ok son, sounds grrreat," he had slipped, damn her she had gotten him. He looked down at her giggling face as she held her hand over her mouth to muffle her noise.

"What was that Dad?"

"Oh nothing, I said it sounds great."

"Ok, we'll catch up tomorrow."

Matthew dropped the phone onto the base unit and the call disconnected.

"Ok, now you're going to get it young lady," he said in a stern voice as he began to hammer her pussy for all he was worth.

"Bring it on big boy!" she groaned.

Matthew decided that he didn't want his son to interfere in his plans to impregnate her; he wanted to be sure who the father was. So he instructed Celine that the doctor had told her they now had to wait to see if the latest round of fertility drugs had taken, before Mark could fuck her again. And in some corner of his mind, it was quite possible that he was growing jealous of his son, and looked at Celine as his fuck bunny now, not Mark's. He loved her pussy and he wanted his to be the only cock parting her lovely pussylips from now on, but the logical corner of his mind knew he could not have that. He would help out his son, save his marriage and knock up Celine, and then leave well enough alone. Or so he liked to think that's what he would do.

"Mark, she's been looking after me like I'm a King," grinned Matthew as the three of them sat in a quiet booth at an upmarket Italian restaurant.

"Well good to hear she had something to keep her occupied while I was away," Mark nodded happily, looking lovingly at his wife who sat happily smiling at both of them.

"Excuse me for a moment, call of nature," Mark winked and headed for the men's room.

Matthew leaned forward across the table to Celine who was sitting opposite him.

"Babymaker," he whispered to her, and she reacted immediately.

Her head slumped back, and she lay comfortably against the back of the padded booth.

"When Mark comes back, he's going to be a bit randy; he has been away for a few weeks after all. And he can't fuck you yet, until the Doc say it's ok."

"Yes, he's a red blooded man," she muttered.

"He's going to start feeling you up and playing with you under the table, and it's going to feel really good."

"Yeah, ok," she nodded.

"But make sure you don't let on, you don't want to be embarrassed in front of your father-in-law."

"No, I don't," she agreed.

"Ok, wake up."

Matthew and Celine were drinking their wine when Mark returned a few moments later and sat down in the booth alongside his wife.

Matthew slipped his shoe off and ran his foot up Celine's leg, he saw her stiffen slightly, but otherwise she didn't react. He knew her logical brain wouldn't connect that it couldn't be her husband's foot from across the table when he was alongside her, she just knew her husband was going to be feeling her up and as someone was feeling her up it must be her husband.

Matthew stretched his leg out, allowing his foot to run up her inner thigh and as she slowly spread her legs for him to access her crotch, he pushed his foot in further to rest it on her panty covered pussy.

She exhaled slowly and evenly as he began to massage her mound with the ball of his foot. Around and around he worked his foot as he talked happily with his son, who told him what he'd been up to while he was away.

Matthew could see her getting worked up as Mark was oblivious to the whole thing. Celine was getting hotter and hotter as Matthew worked away at her, and with a little shudder he saw her come and he could feel the sodden panties against his foot.

He sat back up properly and slipped his shoe on, watching Celine as she tried to collect herself.

The waiter came over and started talking to Mark about their order and Matthew quickly seized the opportunity.

"Babymaker," he hissed to Celine and instantly she reacted.

"I am going to go to the men's room, in a minute you'll excuse yourself as you need to go too, so you'll leave him here and then you'll come to the men's room to join Mark in the stall, the Doctor says it's time for a fuck and you need to do it now," he whispered.

She nodded and he returned her to normal. He had already tested this type of command earlier before dinner just to see what would happen, fortunately she saw Mark as himself and when directed she also saw him as Mark, even when she logically should know they were two different people.

"I'm just ducking to the men's room," Matthew stood and gave his son a slap on the shoulder. "Just order me a steak."

Mark nodded and watched his Dad go as he continued to order their food.

"Actually I need to go too honey," and Celine waited for him to climb out and she slid off the bench seat, leaving him to order for her too.

Celine groaned as Matthew drove his cock into her again. She had joined 'Mark' in the men's room and he had led her into an empty stall. Quickly he had lifted her red dress to her waist, tore off her red lace panties, which gave her a great thrill, and quickly pulled his cock from his pants. A second later he had her back up against the wall; her legs bent over his arms at the elbows as he held her in place and drove his cock in and out of her.

"You are such a horny little bitch aren't you?" he whispered in her ear as he nibbled her earlobe.

"Yeahhh..." she moaned as he slid the length of his cock into her again.

Matthew fucked her hard and fast, she was super horny these days, thanks to his programming, and she would come from very little stimulation. He knew Mark would be waiting so he needed to finish this quickly. He thrust into her again and again, making the stall shudder as she was slammed into the wall again and again. She was a bitch in heat, groaning and grunting like an animal. If anyone had walked in at that moment they would have had a real treat.

Reaching down he grabbed hold of her arsecheeks and pulled her against him, forcing his cock in as deeply as it would go, and he began to fill her womb with his fertile seed again.

She gasped in ecstasy and orgasmed again as she felt his cum spurt out inside her.

"That's how you like it isn't it my little slut?"

"Oh yes, talk dirty to me, that's so hot," she hissed at him.

A moment later he pulled his cock out of her flooded canal and adjusted his pants.

"Give me a minute to get out there and then follow me out, we don't want my Dad to suspect anything."

"Matthew wasn't born yesterday Mark," winked Celine at him.

Matthew wasn't sure what reaction Celine was expecting so this would be interesting.

Quickly he left her panting on the closed toilet seat, and headed back out.

"Dad did you see Cel on your way from back there?"

"No Son," Matthew sat back in his seat. "I'm sure she'll be out in a second. Now what wine did you order?"

"Sorry about that," smiled Celine as she came back to the seats. "Took a little longer than I thought, sorry," she smiled at Matthew and sat down.

Mark started organising their wine and as Cel sat down Matthew noticed that she was a bit reluctant to sit, then when she did she squelched a bit.

She also noticed that Matthew noticed, she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

Matthew decided to play along, so he grabbed a couple of paper napkins off the table, folded them and handed them to her.

"Maybe that will help things a bit," he said to her subtly.

She looked a little embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from sliding them under the table, and press them up against her cunt to try and mop up some of the juices seeping out of her snatch.

"What was that Dad?"

"Oh nothing, Celine just asked for a napkin."

"So how's the new grandchild coming along?" asked Matthew sympathetically.

"Cel's been seeing a new doctor, we think there's a good chance of some positive results this time."

"That's really great you two," he smiled and grabbed hold of them both by the back of the neck and pulled them into an embrace over the table top.

"If there's anything I can do to help out Son, Cel, just you let me know. I'm here for you," he smiled and gave Cel a wink, she grinned back at him.

Little did either of them know.

Chapter 6 

"So Mark's back at home for a few weeks?" asked Matthew as he spoke with Celine.

"Yeah, isn't that great?"

Matthew swivelled his desk chair around and looked out the window at the ocean.

"Yeah that's great sweetheart, you'll be able to spend a lot more time with him."

"Hopefully after I go to see the doctor next I'll have good news to celebrate."

"I hope so for both your sakes gorgeous."

"Thanks Mat, you're so supportive of us, I feel like this will be your baby too."

You don't know the half of it, he thought to himself for a moment, then felt a twinge from his cock as he thought about fucking her.

"You're such a sweet little babymaker..." he said to her.

"Celine are you there?" he asked.

"Yes," she said dreamily.

"When Mark rings tonight you're going to have to break the bad news to him that you'll be away for the week on a training course for work. You won't see him at all next week as you won't be home."

"Yes, I'll tell him."

"When you hang up from me you will go and put in a leave request for all of next week, tell them you need to nurse your sick father back to health after a trip to the hospital, you will sort it all out and once it is done and approved you will forget all about taking leave, your are going on a course. Tomorrow night you need to pack all your things for the course, and then leave Mark a love note on the kitchen bench. I'll be over to collect you from out the front at 5pm, to drive you to the train station."

"Yes I will."

"Ok when I count to three you will awaken, refreshed and happy."

"Refreshed and happy," she repeated.

"One, two, three," he paused for a second. "Well that's a real shame you're not going to be home with Mark next week."

"Yeah I know, what can you do, they schedule these courses a year in advance so I can't change it."

"Oh well, you'll see him another time. I'll be seeing you at 5 then."

"Just look for the hot babe out the front of my house, you'll spot me," she giggled.

"Oh I won't miss you," he laughed as he hung up the phone.

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He briefly wondered how he had turned into a sex addict, but he realised that he didn't care that much after all, he was enjoying it too much.

"Maria, it's time for dictation," he said into his intercom chuckling at his little joke, and he heard the deafening silence come from the other end of the line.

"Ok, get in here darling," he instructed and a second later she wandered into the room. After a few weeks of playing around with Celine he had finally given in to his lusts and had also planted a trigger in Maria, his sweet little assistant. So now whenever she heard that it was time for dictation, she dropped immediately into a trance.

"Over here sweetheart," he pointed at the spot next to him. Quickly she walked over and stood where he had indicated.

"It's time for you to go to work again as Tiffany Lake the porn star."

"Ok," she nodded.

"Today we're filming a scene from the naughty nurse movie we've been making. You're going to give the doctor a blowjob under his desk and then swallow every last drop of his come. You're going to show the cameras why you're the undisputed queen of blowjobs, three years running, aren't you Tiffany?"

"Damn straight," she said as she slid into her other persona, which Matthew had been building up for her after a series of months of hypno sessions.

"Ok Tiffany, the cameras are rolling," he swivelled his chair around to face her, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. "Action!"    

Celine jumped into the car and Matthew threw her suitcase into the back. He jumped in and drove away for her house.

"How long are you gone?" he asked her.

"A week."

"So do you need me to pick you up from the station when you get back from interstate?"

"That would be fantastic Matthew, you're a prince."

"And you're a hot little babymaker."

Immediately she slumped back in the seat, relaxed and in her trance.

"This week is going to be an amazing opportunity for you Celine."

"Amazing opportunity..." she repeated groggily.

"You're going to spend the whole week with Mark in seclusion. It's a breeding week, doctor's orders."

"Breeding week. Yes Mark," she repeated.

"You have to do everything Mark says without question, all week."

"Yes Mark, everything you say."

"Ok, you can wake up."

Celine grinned a wicked grin at him as she snuggled up alongside him, placing her head on his shoulder as he drove.

"It's a good thing Dad's away this week isn't it Cel, we can borrow his house for a whole week of funny business," he smiled.

"Yeah, it will be great," she purred as Matthew turned into his street. He drove into his garage and pressed the button to close the automatic door. He climbed out, and walked around to the other door, to help Celine out.

"Ok, before you go any further," he said, stopping her as she had started to head inside. "You don't need any clothes this week, so take them all off and leave them on the passenger seat."

She looked at him for a second as though she was going to say something and then began to unbutton her blouse. She dropped her work clothes on the seat followed by her shoes and underwear, and then stood naked alongside Matthew's car.

"That's the way, come along my little breeding mare."

She giggled and followed along behind him as he led her inside his house.

"Go and grab me a drink, while I put this stuff away," he said holding up his briefcase and tie.

She nodded and walked off to the bar and he slapped her on the arse as she walked off, she squealed and laughed as she quickly moved out of his reach, and he went into the bedroom to get undressed. He slipped on his robe over his naked body and went to find her, he felt like Hugh Hefner or something.

She wandered out and handed him his drink and he lay back in the armchair, his robe slowly sliding open to reveal his erect cock.

"Oh wow Mark, you're so hard," she stared at his cock, she was obsessed with it now, due to Matthew's training, and wanted nothing more than to get down to business.

"Well you can suck on it while I'm having my drink," he instructed and she didn't need to be told twice. She leapt forward onto her prey and began to suck happily as he drank his scotch.

Matthew sat in the Jacuzzi alongside the backyard pool, he had fucked Celine twice since he had brought her home yesterday, so this morning he had felt like a few laps and a spin in the Jacuzzi to cool down.

Of course it hadn't worked out like that.

"Oh yes, that's it Mark, get it all the way up there," she groaned as she lowered herself down on his cock again. Celine was sitting on his lap, facing him as he sat on the ledge in the Jacuzzi. Her tits were pressed in his face as she straddled his lap, riding his cock. She lifted herself up, almost letting the tip of his cock pop out, before sliding all the way back down to slap her skin against his legs.

He grabbed hold of one of her nipples with his mouth as she stopped moving for a second and then as she lifted up the nipple was pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop.

She was really working him over; he could feel her insides caressing every last part of his shaft as she slid it in and out of her.

They continued in this fashion for a few more minutes as he felt her pleasure building, and then finally he reached down and played with her clit, sending her over the edge. She lay against him, her head on his shoulder as she panted, her nipples pressed into his chest. He reached down and grabbed her butt, and rapidly began to slide her up and down on his shaft, instantly she started squealing again as the dying embers of her orgasm was rekindled by his cock.

"Oh yeah Cel, here comes some more grade-a baby juice," he hissed as he pulled her down and shot as much come as he had to offer into her moist depths.

She jerked a little as she was hit with another smaller orgasm. He felt the last of his cum ooze out of his cock into her pussy, and then he dropped her down onto his lap totally. She put her arms around his neck panting, and buried her head into his shoulder again.

"Hot stuff honey," she whispered, in a voice laden with satisfaction, as she felt his semi-hard cock filling her up. She sat there enjoying the feeling of being completely fulfilled, protected, and dare she say it, controlled by her man. She completely loved it.

Mark had rung him a couple of times during the week but Matthew had given him the brush off. He told him he was seeing a hot piece of arse (not in those words) and he was bringing her home to bang the shit out of her each night (also not in those words). Mark understood and like any good wingman left his dad to it, wishing him the best of luck.

Matthew chuckled to himself, if only Mark knew who the piece of arse was.

It was coming to the middle of the week and Matthew had been enjoying Celine at every opportunity. He decided it was time to try something new today.

"Apparently we're too mundane darling, we need to switch things up a bit," he said as he led Celine into the bedroom.

"Ok, whatever the doctor thinks will help," she nodded in acceptance of whatever was to come.

On the bed in front of her, about halfway down was a stack of three pillows.

"Lie over those pillows, face down, get your arse up in the air where I can see it."

She quickly did as she was told, sliding her tummy over the pillows, coming to rest with her arse pointing up into the air as her face was buried into the quilt.

Matthew ran his hand over her naked arse, fondling her butt.

"You've been a naughty little girl haven't you young Miss. That's why you've been sent here to the principal's office for punishment."

"Oh no sir, I've been good," she had picked up on the game; she was always quick on the uptake.

"Liar!" he yelled and gave her a hard slap on the butt.

She yelled in pain and reached back with one hand to rub her red arse.

"Get your hand away," he slapped her hand out of the way. "Now I will not tolerate any more lies from you young lady."

"Yes sir."

"Your teacher tells me that you were caught, kissing boys behind the sports sheds. Now, what do you have to say?"

"I'm very sorry sir, it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again. You deserve a spanking my girl."

"Yes sir," she said meekly.

"Ten slaps on your naked buttocks should do the trick I think."

"Yes sir, please not too hard sir, it hurts."

"That's the point you stupid girl."

He raised his hand and brought it down on her left cheek.

"Owww!" she yelled.

"That's only one, nine more to go," he grinned lining up her other cheek and brought his hand crashing back down.

"Yeow!"

"Two, my girl."

He lined her up and brought his hand down, slapping hard against her beautiful white skin. He watched as after each slap her skin became more and more reddened, and by the time he got to the last one her arse was almost glowing with a nice red tint.

"And that's ten, now what do you have to say?"

She was crying a little, but he could tell from the way she was squirming her hips around that she was quite turned on.

"Sorry sir, I'll never do it again," she managed.

"Now look at this, look what you've done now," he said pointing down at his erect cock.

"I'm sorry sir."

"I don't think you're sorry at all young miss!" he gave her arse another slap, and she squirmed. "This vulgar display of your womanly parts has raised my blood pressure. There's only one cure for this, young madam."

"Sir?"

"I'll just be forced to utilise my penis and your vagina for their intended purpose."

"Sir, please you can't do that. I'll get in trouble."

"You're already in trouble, I don't think it can get any worse for you, so be quiet girl and do as you're told. Some respect for your elders eh!"

He slid up onto the bed, straddling her legs and made his way behind her red butt cheeks. He grabbed hold of the two halves of her red peach and spread them apart to reveal her arsehole and her pussy beneath.

"Yes there's the culprit there," he said as he pressed his finger forwards into her sopping wet cunt.

"Ohh," she moaned as he unexpectedly penetrated her.

"Do you like that missy?" he asked as he began to pump his finger in and out of her wet pussy.

"N... no sir, not at all," she groaned in pleasure.

"And rightfully so, no good girl would participate in such activities willingly."

He pulled his finger out of her and lined his cock up with her wet slit. He thrust forwards and her moistened state allowed him to slide straight inside.

"Oh sir, be gentle. It's my first time."

Matthew shook his head in admiration, she was playing along perfectly, she was so hot.

"Well you should have thought of that before you started trying to tease me with your womanly treasures, shouldn't you, and he thrust his cock in all the way.

"Oh you've done it now sir," she squealed as though he'd popped her cherry. "My virtue is gone."

"Ha ha!" he roared in triumph. "Let that be a lesson to all of you girls, consequences. All your actions have consequences!"

He was enjoying this game, and he always liked fucking her from behind, they had done it doggy style a few times but he hadn't fucked her over the pillows like this before. He could also feel her reddened skin pressing against his crotch as he hammered her, bouncing off her smooth butt, he could feel the warmth from her abused behind as he slammed mercilessly into her pussy.

She thrashed and orgasmed as she felt his shaft hitting the depths of her pussy.

"Please sir, don't finish inside me, what if I get pregnant?"

"Consequences my girl, as I said, you'll think twice before misbehaving next time then won't you?" he slammed into her again; her role-playing was turning him on even more.

"Sir please, don't do it," she begged.

"Don't presume to tell me what to do you wicked girl," he slapped the side of her arse as he rammed his cock in one last time and began to squirt his red-hot seed into her.

He collapsed over her, pressing his weight down onto her arsecheeks, forcing her face down into the quilt.

He leaned forwards and put his mouth near her ear.

"Now it's up to the good graces of the Lord, he will decide if you become a pregnant little harlot, or remain a seemingly undefiled young lady."

"Yes sir," came her muffled reply.

After a week of fun and games Matthew escorted his little fuck bunny back to the garage. She got dressed in her clothes and then climbed back into the car to head home. Matthew was disappointed to see her go, but knew there was always another day.

"Mark, I have a doctor's appointment next week, hopefully we'll know something positive then."

Matthew nodded and then began to construct a story for her of where she had been and what had happened to her for the last week to answer any questions from Mark.

Epilogue

"Dad we wanted you to be the first to know. Cel's pregnant!"

"Congratulations son," grinned Matthew as he shook his son's hand and leant forwards to kiss Celine on the cheek.

She was beaming with joy, and Mark was beside himself with pride.

Matthew was full of satisfaction that his plan had worked, and now he could take pleasure in watching his new child grow up, and still enjoy the treats its mother had to offer.

Matthew looked at her belly.

"So it's only early days?" he could see no telltale bump as yet.

"Oh yes, only six weeks or so."

Matthew was pleased, he knew Mark was away and he had been forbidden from fucking Celine by then. He definitely knew it was his.

"So it sounds like your doctor had some good advice then."

"Yeah dad, he really seemed to know his stuff."

Mark didn't seem to suspect anything so Matthew was happy.

He was glad his son's life wasn't going to be torn apart by his wife leaving him, and he had been able to play a large part in that.

He also knew that he was going to be able to continue to play with Celine to his heart's content, and as he progressed there was going to be new and interesting diversions such as breast milk to play with along the way.

"Dad, Celine also told me that you gave her a hand right at the start with a hypno session. It really settled things down for her and we credit you for a large part of this conception."

Matthew smiled a knowing smile at his son. "It was nothing really."

"Some of Cel's friends would like to come see you, they need some help too."

Matthew thought about it for a second, if they looked anything like she did then bring it on!

"I guess we could work something out, get them to give me a call."

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