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Unfortunatly for these kind of stories, this starts with at a familiy reunion down by the lake. I was 17 at the time and obviously I was bored out of my mind. When my great uncle started asking around if anyone was willing to make a beer run I lept at the chance, which was only legal because he owned the local liquor store so I wasn't actually going to buy anything.

I was dreading going back very much, so on the return trip when I saw a local woman on the side of the road having car problems I decided to help out. I thought she was kind of cute and for a second I could of sworn she was looking at me with lust in her eyes, but I noticed a wedding ring and I don't think I'm anything anything special in terms of looks so I stayed civilized. Besides, I was only 17 while she was in her mid-to-late 20's so even if she was interested I wasn't legal.

The interesting part was that her name was Medea. We chuckled at the coincidence and the idea that anyone would name their daughter Medea. For those of you who don't know, in greek mythology Jason and Medea were a pair of lovers. In the end he marries another woman for political gain so she murders his wife, all the children she had with Jason, and runs away but they start out nice. Why anyone would essentially name their daughter "Back-Stapping Bitch" still escapes me but I decided to not take it as an omen.

I tried to fix her car but I'm very good with engine problems, so she called a tow truck and asked for a ride home as she was already late for a teleconference. We talked and in the end she asked if her and her husband could stop by the reunion for some bar-be-que and to help explain to my great uncle why the beer run took so long. I figured there was no harm in it so I accepted.

Back at the reunion some of the younger kids somehow got the idea in their heads that there was pirate treasure at the bottom of the lake. Being a lake in a landlocked state this was impossible, but it sounded more fun then arguing politics with relatives that thought Reagan was the second coming of Christ so me and some cousins got on our swmiming suits and joined the young ones in the lake.

We spent what felt like hours trying to push our way down to the bottom to see the treasure when disaster struck. On one of my downward trips I got deep enough that it was very hard to see even with swimming goggles. I was unaware of it at first but the front of my trunks had caught themselves on a stick or something. On my way back up I could feel my suit ripping almost to shreds. I surfaced facing away from the young ones and quietly told one of my cousins about the rip and she was smart enough to immediatly call a juice break.

So this leaves me in the water wondering how many relatives I'll be exposeing myself to when I get out. From what I could feel in the water, quite a few. With some clever manhandling, if you pardon the pun, I could keep the shaft out of view but my ballsack was always visible no matter what I did. Co-ordinating covertly with the family we made sure that nobody would be on the route back to the changing rooms and when they gave the signal that the rooms were also empty. I went for it.

So I almost make it without being spotted and the changing rooms are in sight when Medea emerges from a side trail. I'm too surprised to do anything and Medea gets an eyeful. Embarressed, I snap back together and sprint to the lockers where my street clothes were being held. At the time I thought she was just doing it to embarress me further, but she followed me through the men's locker room and when I got to a changing room she waited right outside. I was apologizing up a storm thinking she was mad, but when I opened the door she pounced on me- pushing me back into the changing room.

She pinned me against a back wall and kissed me. I know it may sound a little tame, but I don't think I've even heard of kisses as hungry as hers. She was pressed up to me as hard as she could actually humping a little with her clothes on, I was actually a bit scared of her because she came on to me so hard. She stopped actually kissing after a while but stayed hot and heavy and she told me her story. She loves her husband and they both wanted a big family with lots of children, but the poor guy had a bout with testicular cancer early in their marriage. Now he has only one testicle and it's a shrivelled up little scab of it's former self. He's lucky to get it up once a month, is about as fertile as a pet rock, and absolutely refuses to admit it. They'd been married and trying for 7 years and now at 29 she was giving up on ever having kids but for some reason she just met me she was already day-dreaming about non-stop fucking constantly. She did say however that there was still one problem. She put a note into my jeans pocket, stopped the hot-and-heavy dead in it's tracks, and told me to call her later and we'd talk about what we'd do when I'm legal.

At the time I was actually a bit angry with her for leaving me like that, especially when I made it back to the reunion and she pretended like nothing happened. Of course you can guess that with my hormone addled mind that she never was far from my thoughts. I admit I was scared shitless sometimes that I might be a dad at 18, but something about how she said she wanted multiple children really got me going. The potential promise of getting laid multiple times does that to a guy.

When I turned 18 I surprised my folks when I said all I wanted was to take a road trip for a few weeks by myself. None of them were any the wiser that the first week was dedicated entirely to fucking Medea. Notice I didn't say lovemakeing, that would imply a dimension to our relationship that never existed. It was clear from day 1 that she's basically just using me to make babies and it's a service I just happen to like applying. The things that woman did to welcome me into legal manhood I don't think I'll ever forget.

Today I'm 24 and as I write this Medea is having the second trimester sonograms of what will be our 4th child, not that many people know that. I ended up going to an in-state college, so I "only" get fuck her around twice a week but I don't think our arrangement is going to stop any time soon. I think her husband knew on some level that something us up at the first positive pregnancy test but he still lived in denial almost clear up to the birth of our second child. I felt sorry for the poor guy and at the time he almost had a nervous breakdown. Like I said she loves him and just uses me about twice a week. I think he now sees that nobody intentionally did this to hurt him. In public they pretend he's the father and with how the kids look they pull it off rather well.

At my end nobody has a clue. I agreed when I started that I'd keep quiet about it, doubly so now that her husband knows too. In my family staying single past 20 is a rare occurance so now I get asked all the time when I'm going to settle down and give my mom some grandkids. None of them are any the wiser that I've already given her 3 and the 4th is on the way. The guys I hang out with do find it kind of weird that for a 24-year-old I seem very mellow and laid back about getting laid, but they usually just figure I'm using an "appear-laidback-and-apathetic" strategy.

As for future plans Medea and her husband both wanted a large family, love kids, and have a successful busniess so the plan as of now is to keep knocking up Medea until she gets her tubes tied at 40. From that we're guessing 7 maybe 8 children will probably be the final count.

Then of course there's the lays I get on my own, but that's another story.