As we lay in bed together, Brian with his script over my lower abdominal cavity, the stupor of his interrogative began to wear off. He had been fucking me deeper than anyone ever had and releasing his seed directly into my cervix. His swimmer didn't have to go very far to break-dance into my egg. That thought was the lone thought on my mind at the moment and although I knew it would be impossible to explain how a new baby was growing in my uterus for the first meter in 9 geezerhood, I really hoped one was. I know this is crazy, a mother wanting her son's infant to be forming and growing, but the thought process brought me incredible joy. I laid there with Brian behind me, imagining what kind of baby I would have.

I had always wanted more child but it never worked out with my husband after our youngest girl was born. We never discussed it but I always had the feeling he preferred not to have any more. In fact in the nine years since her birthing I bet I could remember ever time 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 last two days.

Of course I was getting ahead of myself. My cycle is quite insurgent and I am not sure when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very estimable chance I was getting my hopes up only to be dashed. I hadn't even considered what Brian might cerebrate of his mother being meaning with his kid. Although what he was doing at the moment felt very nice. He was rubbing his fingerbreadth between my labia, circling my clitoris and pressing his erect cock up between my peg. I wondered how he could be hard already. His cum was still spilling out of me from the incredible screwing he gave me moments ago.

And without saying a word he slipped inside, me again. His steal turncock pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he want his female parent to conduct his baby ? He just discovered I was not on parentage control and his first thought is to jazz me. And by letting him sleep with me right now was I indicating I was hoping we could be significant together ? Prior to this I had honestly forgotten about not being on nascence mastery, but in this mo it was all I could think about - no I was not on any birth control, and if Brian cums inside me again, I know the risk of infection. Why wasn't I stopping him ?

Brian slowly worked his peter 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 meet him. It felt so good. It was more emotional than any of our previous relation. zilch was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one goal, to draw his semen deep into my womb. Without saying it, we both knew we wanted it. We both wanted to commit this act, fully aware what we were doing, hoping this would pass to creation. I was imaging his seed flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a sister growing, a boy like his father, impregnable and powerful and yet able-bodied to bear me in his arms tenderly and loving and establish me feel more like a woman than I ever.

He kissed the backrest of my neck opening. He squeezed my knocker in his paw. I remembered when he would quarter milk from it and I tried to suppose how soon it would be filled with milk again, for his babe. His other hand pressed against my womb, as if he was trying to will lifetime inside me. Slowly and methodically, his steal cock expanded and squirted inside me. Our tread remained dull and he filled me. Signaling my approval I squirted back at him, my climax wetter than any other before it. How could I be so excited ? It was a morning of being fucked, I should suffer been dry and evacuate, yet in that moment, we two lovers gave all we had to the early, add giving and receiving.

He whispered,"I love you."

I confirmed my love for him,"I love you too, Brian"and I realized I meant more than motherly love.

We laid together, him inside me, as if trying to prevent his ejaculate from running out. His babe makers had every chance to dance freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new lifespan, a new biography we both wanted. I never felt more beautiful or loved. This was different than when I conceived the other three, this was an scuttle of my garden lovingly, welcoming his seed, and willing with all my might to play 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 become three.

When Brian woke, he slipped out of me, and I felt empty-bellied, incomplete. He left and returned with body of water, giving it to me first than taking some himself. He just pulled me and led me to the shower. We stood under the steamy water, washing each early, cleaning away the daybreak's sex and kissing like fan. With my intellect clearer I obviously had no idea what was going on inside my body. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would observe trying until we did conceive. Two days ago this would possess been a thought too big to fit in my brain, but now it was as real as his soapy hands on my breast. We should hash out it, discover what the other might be thinking about our hereafter. Keeping sex secret was possible, hell even easy when my lover slept just down the hall from me. But how to have a baby and not break relationships already establish by law, this I did not think was possible or explainable.

As we dried and dressed and went for food in the kitchen, zero was said. Then finally I looked at him and said, if it is a boy could we name him Brian ? He nodded and said a miss should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in silence. word of honor had no significance in this instant, we were still linked, like two raw lovers, moving together, trying to suit something new. We spent the good afternoon together, just holding each other, clothed, but intermingled, not knowing where one ended and the former began.

Late in the afternoon the girls returned from bivouac, excited with fib of the day and wanting to go for a swim in the pool. Brian a dutiful brother went out and swam with them, playing with them like the teen he was -- very different from the man who was my buff all day. Their arrival signaled it was time to set about dinner and get ready for their father to come home from the office for the house meal. Surely, after eating he would lead back to the office and it would be we four again into the night ( or was it five now ? )

I began to question what it would like to have another baby in the house. I tried to imagine the female child playing and helping. Becoming big sisters, short mothers. I imagined Brian with a prideful fatherly grin. And I began to question where my hubby fit into this moving picture ? How would he retrieve out his wife was pregnant with her one-fourth child after a nine year sabbatical ? I needed to think about this more, but now was not the time. Now was too everlasting, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and time to come baby, that is all I wanted to think about now.

As I cooked I tried to commemorate back when I was fraught last. At five foot up four I was not big overall, I carried my babies in front and low. Being pregnant felt like it was the way I was meant to be. I weighed about one fifty dollar bill at the starting time and would add thirty Irish punt by their natal day. After the first gear two I was able to cast off almost of the weightiness but after my last-place, Brianne it all seemed to stay. The extra weight unit kept my knocker a very noticeable 40c and I was fortunate to post quite of bit of the excess 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 tactile property like I officially became a BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. I can't say I ever felt beautiful really ( until these past tense few days with Brian ) and so never thought of myself as a BBW but certainly I have the starting time B and the W.

I began to wonder how my organic structure would change this prison term. These days I was a little over two 100 Lebanese pound with the same big pinhead and big ass. I wonder if I added system of weights from a pregnancy where would it go. Could I ever get it off ? I could end up at two hundred and fifty pounds if I was not careful. dieting is not my strength, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my energy with gobs of food. I envisioned nada but sex and eating over the succeeding respective month, or until I couldn't be fucked anymore.

Somehow through all my ma filled distracting thoughts dinner was ready and we all sat around the board. I felt like we were a different form of kin fir the for the first time metre. One that did not fully include my husband, more like we were the crime syndicate and he was an intruder. We laughed and chatted and he watched, distant and unlike. I wondered again what would bump if I did become fraught have been without his seed in my pussy for over a yr ? Would he leave ? He could only take it was another man, an affair, he could never get laid it was his Brian. I am surely thinking I had fallen for another was much well-to-do to accept than ever finding out his own son was more fan to me than he. I didn't want to hurt him. He is a thoroughly man generally. But emotionally at this consequence I realized he was never my devotee. Brian was my lover, he opened me up, made me a woman. As I looked at them both, I knew I could easily live with Brian as my better half, giving myself completely. But how would this partnership ever be accepted, we would always come along as though we were mother and son ?

My married man did go back to work and Brian again joined me in bed and we made love. And he again pressed his source abstruse interior of me, once, than twice and a third time. Before his sire came home he slipped back into his own bed and I fell asleep au naturel. Each day after that day it was the Lapplander. Brian came to me and we made passion. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was tike making and it was beautiful.

I began to remember about how my liveliness would transfer. Maybe I should try to engage my husband sexually and he would think any future tense minor 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 incline showed that I did not have it away existed. He took our dearest making as consummation, commitment, his debut into my womb each day as a covenant that made me his, and he expected loyalty and faithfulness from me in return. We decided I should probe my husband about wanting another baby. We could judge his reaction to the question and gauge how he might oppose once I began to show. Getting a coup d'oeil into how he would respond, how he would find when new lifespan began to farm inside me, could chair to ideas about how to trump let him let out this new sister.

In clip a weekend came and it was a prospect to mouth to my husband. We agreed to go out to dinner, just the two of us, a quiet place near the beach. It had been a patch since we gone out together. I was n't drinking but he had a pair of glasses of wine-coloured. I ordered Mahi Mahi and he had a lobster. We talked about the kids and the summer coming to an end. he mention maybe next twelvemonth he wouldn't be so fussy and we could take a family holiday. I knew that would never happen, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the minor I took a chance and said, `` placard, what would you think if I wanted to have another infant ? '' You know I always wanted more kidskin and now I am approaching thirty-something and my biological clock is running out. How would you feel if I became fraught one to a greater extent time ? I realized as I listened to myself I was saying it without implying I would need him to conduce. But the how was wiped away from my mentation when I realized there was no shock absorber or surprise on his case. Rather his look was as if I just bent and broke his favorite golf club or hurt him in some other way. He stared off for a long time, collecting his thoughts I believed and then he just blurted out,"so whom have you been fucking ?"

He surprised me. I faked contumely, how could he say such a thing ? But he insisted. He knew I was different. He began to explain how he noticed me more jubilant around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would fall home and obtain me defenseless in bed. He was sure there was someone else fucking me. I continued my ruse, insisting he was wrong, there was no one else. I only ever had sex with him in my entire life.

bank bill said,"fountainhead I think we are talking about a new baby because you are already meaning and you need some cover. So now you want me to fuck you adding my semen to his."I was glad at that moment Brian stopped me from going forward with that plan. And I was panicking at where this conversation had gone. Bill was about to shock me even more.

He said,"Marsha, a few weeks ago when I got home late from study I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your stage unfastened and a pool of cum between them, with his seminal fluid 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 brim, leaking another man's cum, he admitted it turned him on. He went on to say he was so change by reversal that he dropped his pants and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my wet tumefy slit. His next statement was not anything I would have ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to lean in and cream your twat, the combining of his and your cum had me ejaculating all over the end of the bed."

Now it was my turn to stare off thinking, letting what he said sink in. My married man has been licking my slit when he came abode from study, 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 times over the yesteryear few week. 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 have a big rooster ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple times ? Yes. Is he new ? Yes. How young, I lied and said late twenties. He wondered if he met our kids, and I said they don't know about another man. He presumed I would sustain piece of tail and he wanted to jazz where he stood. I told him I didn't want to allow for him but a threshold had been opened in me that I could not close. Was another man with his married woman something he couldn't hold ? If he was ok with someone else fucking me then perhaps he would much prefer licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist pump at that comment.

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

"more what ?"I asked.

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

I was shocked, my married man 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 script in his lap rubbing pressing his stopcock through his pants. We were sitting in a public restaurant. 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 hand in his lap, verifying he was indeed erect. I whispered to him,"I might be open to that."I swore his cock jumped in my paw. Had he just cum ?

I knew I could never let him see it was Brian, his own son, but this phantasy seemed the best way for me to keep loving Brian and having eyeshade for blanket. Besides, I was a piddling turned on by the wholly prospect of making beak look out what it was like to be made beloved to by a real man, even if it was his boy. I was really excited to get abode and speak to Brian. This opened up some practical possibleness. I couldn't have been happier about bringing up the subject.

As we drove home I pulled out posting's pecker. It was heavy ( still or again, I could not be sure ) and had emitted passel of precum. I rubbed it a few times and he shot his cum all over the steering wheel, drawers and the car butt. I was surprised by how much he came. He looked at me and smiled. He asked, would it be ok if he could drub my pussy when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you have that kind of access anymore ? ”