As we lay in bed together, Brian with his hand over my blue belly, the shock of his motion began to assume off. He had been fucking me thick than anyone ever had and releasing his come directly into my cervix. His swimmers didn't have to go very far to break into my egg. That thought was the only thought on my idea at the moment and although I knew it would be impossible to explain how a new baby was growing in my womb for the first time in 9 class, I really hoped one was. I know this is looney, a female parent wanting her son's baby to be forming and growing, but the thought brought me incredible joy. I laid there with Brian behind me, imagining what variety of sister I would stimulate.

I had always wanted more small fry but it never worked out with my husband after our youngest daughter was born. We never discussed it but I always had the feeling he preferred not to induce any more. In fact in the nine old age since her birth I bet I could remember ever fourth dimension he actually fucked me and filled me with his seeded player. It was less times than my son Brian had fucked me and filled me in the hold up two days.

Of course I was getting ahead of myself. My cycle is quite unpredictable and I am not surely when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very well chance I was getting my hope up only to be dashed. I hadn't even considered what Brian might think of his mother being pregnant with his child. Although what he was doing at the moment felt very courteous. He was rubbing his fingerbreadth between my labia, circling my clit and pressing his erect cock up between my legs. I wondered how he could be arduous already. His germ was still spilling out of me from the unbelievable fucking he gave me present moment ago.

And without saying a word he slipped inside, me again. His buy dick pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he want his mother to carry his baby ? He just discovered I was not on parturition control and his first base thought is to fuck me. And by letting him have intercourse me right now was I indicating I was hoping we could be pregnant together ? Prior to this I had honestly forgotten about not being on birthing ascendance, but in this moment it was all I could retrieve about - no I was not on any nativity ascendence, and if Brian cums inside me again, I know the danger. Why wasn't I stopping him ?

Brian slowly worked his pecker in and out of my pussy. He was fucking me very deliberately, more like making love to me. We were spooning and he rocked back and Forth on the bed, pressing up and in, still more deeply than anyone ever had. I was rocking back to adjoin him. It felt so good. It was more emotional than any of our previous sexual relation. zip was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one finish, to draw his seed deep into my uterus. Without saying it, we both knew we wanted it. We both wanted to commit this act, fully cognizant what we were doing, hoping this would run to conception. I was imaging his seed flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a sister growing, a boy like his Church Father, strong and knock-down and yet able-bodied to take hold me in his limb tenderly and loving and get me feel more like a charwoman than I ever.

He kissed the dorsum of my neck. He squeezed my boob in his hand. I remembered when he would draw Milk from it and I tried to imagine how soon it would be filled with milk again, for his baby. His former paw pressed against my womb, as if he was trying to will biography inside me. Slowly and methodically, his steal cock expanded and squirted inside me. Our footstep remained slow and he filled me. Signaling my approval I squirted back at him, my orgasm wetter than any other before it. How could I be so energize ? It was a dawning of being fucked, I should have been dry and empty, yet in that bit, we two lovers gave all we had to the early, sum giving and receiving.

He whispered,"I love you."

I confirmed my sexual love for him,"I love you too, Brian"and I realized I meant to a greater extent than motherly love.

We laid together, him inside me, as if trying to keep his seed from running out. His baby makers had every chance to dance freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new life-time, a new life-time we both wanted. I never felt more beautiful or loved. This was different than when I conceived the early three, this was an opening of my garden lovingly, welcoming his seed, and unforced with all my might to bring forth fruit from my womb, his fruit. We fell off to sleep, held tightly together. We started as two and now elevated by the hope we might suit three.

When Brian woke, he slipped out of me, and I felt empty, incomplete. He left and returned with water, giving it to me first than taking some himself. He just pulled me and led me to the cascade. We stood under the steamy water, washing each other, cleaning away the morning's sex and kissing like lover. With my mind clearer I obviously had no idea what was going on inside my dead body. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would keep trying until we did think. Two 24-hour interval ago this would have been a thought too big to fit in my brain, but now it was as genuine as his soapy hands on my bosom. We should hash out it, discover what the other might be thinking about our future. Keeping sex secret was possible, hell even easily when my fan slept just down the residence from me. But how to have a babe and not kick downstairs relationships already establish by law, this I did not think was potential or explainable.

As we dried and dressed and went for food in the kitchen, nothing was said. Then finally I looked at him and said, if it is a boy could we distinguish him Brian ? He nodded and said a young woman should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in silence. words had no meaning in this moment, we were still linked, like two naked lovers, moving together, trying to become something new. We spent the afternoon together, just holding each other, clothed, but intermingled, not knowing where one ended and the other began.

Late in the good afternoon the little girl returned from refugee camp, excited with stories of the day and wanting to go for a swimming in the pocket billiards. Brian a dutiful brother went out and swim with them, playing with them like the adolescent he was -- very different from the man who was my lover all day. Their arrival signaled it was sentence to start out dinner and get set up for their begetter to come home from the office staff for the syndicate meal. Surely, after eating he would manoeuver back to the office and it would be we four again into the night ( or was it five now ? )

I began to wonder what it would like to make another infant in the star sign. I tried to think the young lady performing and helping. Becoming big sister, picayune mothers. I imagined Brian with a prideful fatherly smile. And I began to wonder where my married man fit into this flick ? How would he find out his married woman was pregnant with her twenty-five percent nipper after a nine yr sabbatical ? I needed to reckon about this more, but now was not the time. Now was too perfect, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and future child, that is all I wanted to retrieve about now.

As I cooked I tried to commemorate back when I was pregnant final stage. At five groundwork four I was not big overall, I carried my sister in front and low. Being meaning felt like it was the way I was meant to be. I weighed about one fifty at the beginning and would add thirty pounds by their natal day. After the first two I was able-bodied to drop well-nigh of the weight but after my last, Brianne it all seemed to stay. The extra weight kept my bosom a very noticeable 40c and I was fortunate to carry quite of bit of the extra weigh in my ass. Thankfully, a big ass was appreciated and so I never really felt over weight, but as I was aging and slowing down a flavor like I officially became a BBW, Big Beautiful adult female. I can't say I ever felt beautiful really ( until these past few twenty-four hour period with Brian ) and so never thought of myself as a BBW but certainly I have the outset B and the W.

I began to wonder how my eubstance would deepen this sentence. These years I was a niggling over two hundred pounds with the same big pinhead and big ass. I wonder if I added weight unit from a maternity where would it go. Could I ever get it off ? I could end up at two hundred and fifty pound sign if I was not careful. Dieting is not my strength, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my energy with lots of intellectual nourishment. I envisioned zippo but sex and eating over the side by side several month, or until I couldn't be fucked anymore.

Somehow through all my mommy filled distracting thoughts dinner was gear up and we all sat around the table. I felt like we were a different kind of category fir the number 1 time. One that did not fully include my married man, more like we were the family and he was an intruder. We laughed and chatted and he watched, distant and different. I wondered again what would happen if I did become pregnant have been without his seed in my pussy for over a class ? Would he leave ? He could only assume it was another man, an intimacy, he could never know it was his Brian. I am sure thinking I had fallen for another was much easier to live with than ever finding out his own son was more lover to me than he. I didn't want to smart him. He is a honorable man generally. But emotionally at this moment I realized he was never my lover. Brian was my buff, he opened me up, made me a char. As I looked at them both, I knew I could easily survive with Brian as my partner, giving myself completely. But how would this partnership ever be accepted, we would always look as though we were mother and son ?

My hubby did go back to piece of work and Brian again joined me in bed and we made love. And he again pressed his seed deep inside of me, once, than twice and a thirdly time. Before his father came home he slipped back into his own bed and I fell asleep naked. Each day after that day it was the same. Brian came to me and we made erotic love. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was child devising and it was beautiful.

I began to remember about how my life would change. Maybe I should try to engage my husband sexually and he would think any future kid would be his. Better he be mad at me for tricking him than for cheating on him. When I spoke to Brian about this a jealous side of meat showed that I did not know existed. He took our passion making as consummation, dedication, his launching into my womb each day as a compact that made me his, and he expected commitment and faithfulness from me in return key. We decided I should poke into my married man about wanting another baby. We could try his reaction to the dubiousness and judge how he might respond once I began to show. Getting a coup d'oeil into how he would react, how he would sense when new lifespan began to grow inside me, could lead to estimation about how to trump let him discover this new baby.

In fourth dimension a weekend came and it was a chance to speak to my husband. We agreed to go out to dinner, just the two of us, a quiesce place near the beach. It had been a while since we gone out together. I was n't drinking but he had a couple of deoxyephedrine of wine-coloured. I ordered Mahi Mahi and he had a lobster. We talked about the tiddler and the summer coming to an end. he mention maybe adjacent year he wouldn't be so busy and we could take a family unit vacation. I knew that would never come about, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the kids I took a luck and said, `` Bill, what would you think if I wanted to sustain another baby ? '' You know I always wanted More small fry and now I am approaching mid-thirties and my biological clock is running out. How would you feel if I became significant one more clock time ? I realized as I listened to myself I was saying it without implying I would need him to contribute. But the how was wiped away from my thinking when I realized there was no stupor or surprisal on his face. Rather his look was as if I just set and broke his darling golf club or spite him in some other way. He stared off for a farseeing clock time, collecting his persuasion I believed and then he just blurted out,"so whom have you been fucking ?"

He surprised me. I faked insult, how could he say such a thing ? But he insisted. He knew I was different. He began to excuse how he noticed me more joyful around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would issue forth abode and find me bare in bed. He was for certain there was someone else fucking me. I continued my artifice, insisting he was wrong, there was no one else. I only ever had sex with him in my total sprightliness.

invoice said,"Well I think we are talking about a new infant because you are already significant and you need some covert. So now you want me to know you adding my ejaculate to his."I was happy at that moment Brian stopped me from going forward with that plan. And I was panicking at where this conversation had gone. throwaway was about to floor me even more.

He said,"Marsha, a few weeks ago when I got home late from work I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your legs loose and a puddle of cum between them, with his seed still spilling out."He went on to say there is no denying what I saw or what it was. He said at first it confirmed what he already suspected. But something happened in him, seeing my puffy back talk, leaking another man's cum, he admitted it turned him on. He went on to say he was so grow that he dropped his drawers and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my pawn self-conceited pussy. His next statement was not anything I would have ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to angle in and lap your pussy, the combination of his and your cum had me ejaculating all over the end of the bed."

Now it was my bout to gaze off thinking, letting what he said sink in. My hubby has been licking my puss when he came base from work, cleaning up his son's cum. And he liked it ! I wondered how often he did this and he told me about half a dozen clip over the retiring few weeks. He asked about birth control and I admitted I was not taking the pills any more. He asked if I was pregnant and I honestly said I don't know, but as you are aware from what you have been eating it is quite possible. He asked about the man fucking me, did he let a big cock ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple clock time ? Yes. Is he young ? Yes. How young, I lied and said late twenty. He wondered if he met our kids, and I said they don't know about another man. He presumed I would keep nooky and he wanted to live where he stood. I told him I didn't want to leave him but a door had been opened in me that I could not close. Was another man with his married woman something he couldn't handle ? If he was ok with mortal else fucking me then perhaps he would much prefer licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist ticker at that comment.

He thought for a long clip. And finally said,"What if I wanted more ?"

"More what ?"I asked.

"What if I wanted to observe ?"he replied.

I was shocked, my husband wanted to see another man fuck his wife ? I never heard anything like this before. But I could see he was serious. His face was flushed and I swore he had his helping hand in his lap rubbing pressing his cock through his pants. We were sitting in a public eatery. This was so unlike the man I knew.

I excused myself to use the ladies room and on my way stopped, leaned into him, putting my script in his lap, verifying he was indeed erect. I whispered to him,"I might be open to that."I swore his putz jumped in my hand. Had he just cum ?

I knew I could never let him see it was Brian, his own son, but this fantasy seemed the best way for me to keep loving Brian and having bank note for cover charge. Besides, I was a piddling turned on by the solid prospect of making broadsheet ascertain what it was like to be made love to by a real man, even if it was his boy. I was really excited to get base and speak to Brian. This opened up some practical possibilities. I couldn't have been happier about bringing up the subject.

As we drove dwelling I pulled out Bill's hammer. It was hard ( still or again, I could not be for certain ) and had emitted rafts of precum. I rubbed it a few times and he shot his cum all over the steering wheel, pant and the car seat. I was surprised by how very much he came. He looked at me and smiled. He asked, would it be ok if he could figure out my kitty when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you sustain that kind of access anymore ? ”