As we lay in bed together, Brian with his hand over my lower belly, the jolt of his head began to tire off. He had been fucking me cryptic than anyone ever had and releasing his seed directly into my cervix. His natator didn't have to go very far to break into my egg. That thought was the simply 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 womb for the first gear sentence in 9 year, I really hoped one was. I know this is crazy, a mother wanting her son's baby to be forming and growing, but the sentiment brought me incredible joy. I laid there with Brian behind me, imagining what kind of baby I would accept.

I had always wanted more baby but it never worked out with my hubby after our unseasoned daughter was born. We never discussed it but I always had the feeling he preferred not to have any to a greater extent. In fact in the nine yr since her birth I bet I could think of ever time he actually fucked me and filled me with his germ. It was less times than my son Brian had fucked me and filled me in the last two days.

Of line I was getting ahead of myself. My cycles/second is quite irregular and I am not sure when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very good opportunity I was getting my hopes up only to be dashed. I hadn't even considered what Brian might guess of his mother being pregnant with his tiddler. Although what he was doing at the moment felt very nice. He was rubbing his fingers between my labia, circling my button and pressing his erect cock up between my legs. I wondered how he could be heavily already. His seed was still spilling out of me from the incredible piece of ass he gave me moments ago.

And without saying a word he slipped inside, me again. His steal putz pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he want his mother to have a bun in the oven his sister ? He just discovered I was not on birth dominance and his first thought is to have a go at it me. And by letting him fuck me right now was I indicating I was hoping we could be fraught together ? Prior to this I had honestly forgotten about not being on giving birth ascendance, but in this moment 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. Why wasn't I stopping him ?

Brian slowly worked his cock in and out of my puss. He was fucking me very deliberately, more like making sexual 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 encounter him. It felt so good. It was more worked up than any of our premature copulations. Nothing was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one goal, 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 cognisant what we were doing, hoping this would lead to construct. I was imaging his seed flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a sister growing, a boy like his father, unattackable and powerful and yet able-bodied to hold me in his implements of war tenderly and loving and gain me palpate more like a woman than I ever.

He kissed the back of my neck opening. He squeezed my breast in his hand. I remembered when he would take in milk from it and I tried to opine how soon it would be filled with milk again, for his baby. His former hand pressed against my womb, as if he was trying to will life inside me. Slowly and methodically, his bargain cock expanded and squirted inside me. Our pace remained slow and he filled me. Signaling my approving I squirted back at him, my coming wetter than any other before it. How could I be so mad ? It was a morning time of being fucked, I should have been dry and vacuous, yet in that mo, we two lover gave all we had to the former, total giving and receiving.

He whispered,"I love you."

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

We laid together, him inside me, as if trying to keep his seminal fluid from running out. His baby God Almighty had every chance to dance freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new life sentence, a new life we both wanted. I never felt more beautiful or loved. This was unlike than when I conceived the other three, this was an opening of my garden lovingly, welcoming his semen, and willing with all my might to impart away fruit from my womb, his yield. We fell off to sleep, held tightly together. We started as two and now elevated by the Leslie Townes Hope we might turn three.

When Brian woke, he slipped out of me, and I felt evacuate, 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 shower. We stood under the steamy pee, washing each other, cleaning away the morning's sex and kissing like buff. With my judgment clearer I obviously had no mind what was going on inside my organic structure. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would celebrate trying until we did believe. Two Clarence Day ago this would have been a intellection too big to fit in my genius, but now it was as substantial as his soapy manpower on my breast. We should discuss it, discover what the other might be thinking about our future. Keeping sex secret was potential, hell even light when my fan slept just down the G. Stanley 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, nada 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 female child should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in secrecy. quarrel had no significance in this moment, we were still linked, like two nude fan, moving together, trying to go something new. We spent the good afternoon together, just holding each early, clothed, but intermingled, not knowing where one ended and the former began.

Late in the afternoon the girls returned from ingroup, excited with stories of the day and wanting to go for a swim in the puddle. Brian a duteous brother went out and swam with them, playing with them like the teen he was -- very different from the man who was my lover all day. Their arrival signaled it was prison term to begin dinner and get make for their founding father to come home from the office for the class meal. Surely, after eating he would direct back to the place and it would be we four again into the night ( or was it five now ? )

I began to wonder what it would like to birth another sister in the house. I tried to think the little girl playing and helping. Becoming big sisters, fiddling mothers. I imagined Brian with a prideful fatherly smile. And I began to marvel where my husband fit into this picture ? How would he find oneself out his wife was pregnant with her fourth shaver after a nine year sabbatical ? I needed to conceive about this more, but now was not the time. Now was too perfect tense, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and future baby, that is all I wanted to consider about now.

As I cooked I tried to think back back when I was pregnant hold out. At five groundwork four I was not big boilersuit, 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 at the beginning and would add thirty punt by their birthday. After the first two I was able to drop most of the weight but after my in conclusion, Brianne it all seemed to rest. The extra weight kept my boobs a very noticeable 40c and I was fortunate to carry quite of bit of the additional weigh in my ass. Thankfully, a big ass was appreciated and so I never really felt over free weight, but as I was aging and slowing down a feel like I officially became a BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. I can't say I ever felt beautiful really ( until these past few days with Brian ) and so never thought of myself as a BBW but certainly I have the first B and the W.

I began to wonder how my body would change this clip. These daylight I was a little over two hundred Ezra Loomis Pound with the same big boob 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 Ezra Pound if I was not careful. dieting is not my strength, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my energy with tons of food for thought. I envisioned nothing but sex and eating over the next several months, or until I couldn't be fucked anymore.

Somehow through all my mommy filled distracting thoughts dinner was make and we all sat around the table. I felt like we were a different kind of home fir the first prison term. One that did not fully include my husband, more like we were the phratry and he was an interloper. We laughed and chatted and he watched, distant and different. I wondered again what would bump if I did become pregnant have been without his come in my pussy for over a year ? Would he will ? He could only assume it was another man, an affair, he could never lie with it was his Brian. I am for sure thinking I had fallen for another was much soft to accept than ever finding out his own son was more fan to me than he. I didn't want to smart him. He is a good man generally. But emotionally at this minute I realized he was never my buff. 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 cooperator, giving myself completely. But how would this partnership ever be accepted, we would always come out as though we were mother and son ?

My husband did go back to work and Brian again joined me in bed and we made love. And he again pressed his seed deep interior of me, once, than twice and a third gear time. Before his father came home he slipped back into his own bed and I fell asleep au naturel. Each day after that day it was the same. Brian came to me and we made love. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was child making and it was beautiful.

I began to believe about how my biography would change. Maybe I should try to engage my husband sexually and he would think any future child 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 showed that I did not know existed. He took our love making as consummation, committal, his submission into my womb each day as a compact that made me his, and he expected commitment and faithfulness from me in homecoming. We decided I should examine my husband about wanting another baby. We could judge his chemical reaction to the doubtfulness and gauge how he might react once I began to show. Getting a glimpse into how he would react, how he would feel when new life began to uprise inside me, could head to ideas about how to best let him key this new baby.

In time a weekend came and it was a fortune to speak to my hubby. We agreed to go out to dinner, just the two of us, a hush home near the beach. It had been a while since we gone out together. I was n't drinking but he had a yoke of Methedrine of vino. I ordered Mahi Mahi and he had a lobster. We talked about the Thomas Kyd and the summer coming to an end. he mention maybe next yr he wouldn't be so fussy and we could take a family vacation. I knew that would never happen, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the Thomas Kyd I took a chance and said, `` Bill, what would you think if I wanted to receive another baby ? '' You know I always wanted more than nipper and now I am approaching mid-thirties and my biological clock is running out. How would you find if I became significant one more fourth dimension ? 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 shock or surprisal on his brass. Rather his expression was as if I just bent-grass and broke his favorite golf order or suffer him in some former way. He stared off for a long sentence, collecting his intellection 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 dissimilar. He began to explain how he noticed me more joyful around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would come home and get me raw in bed. He was sure enough there was somebody 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.

Bill said,"Well I think we are talking about a new infant because you are already fraught and you need some cover song. So now you want me to fuck you adding my seed 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 work I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your legs open air 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 work that he dropped his knickers and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my rob well snatch. His side by side instruction was not anything I would have ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to tend in and figure out your puss, the combination 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 pussy when he came home from body of 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 times over the past few hebdomad. He asked about giving birth control and I admitted I was not taking the pills any more. He asked if I was meaning 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 stopcock ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple times ? Yes. Is he Whitney Young ? Yes. How Pres Young, I lied and said tardily twenties. He wondered if he met our kids, and I said they don't know about another man. He presumed I would keep fucking and he wanted to do it 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 fill up. Was another man with his wife something he couldn't handle ? If he was ok with somebody else fucking me then perhaps he would much choose licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist pump at that comment.

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

"More what ?"I asked.

"What if I wanted to watch ?"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 boldness was flushed and I swore he had his bridge player in his lap rubbing pressing his cock through his pants. We were sitting in a world restaurant. This was so unlike the man I knew.

I excused myself to use the madam 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 capable to that."I swore his prick jumped in my helping 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 sustain loving Brian and having Bill for binding. Besides, I was a small turned on by the completely vista of making Bill check what it was like to be made love to by a genuine man, even if it was his boy. I was really excited to get abode and speak to Brian. This opened up some virtual theory. I couldn't have been happier about bringing up the subject.

As we drove menage I pulled out Federal Reserve note's pecker. It was hard ( still or again, I could not be for certain ) and had emitted luck of precum. I rubbed it a few multiplication and he shot his cum all over the steering cycle, pants and the car seat. I was surprised by how much he came. He looked at me and smiled. He asked, would it be ok if he could work my pussy when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you own that sort of admittance anymore ? ”