As we lay in bed together, Brian with his hand over my lower venter, the seismic disturbance of his question began to wear off. He had been fucking me abstruse than anyone ever had and releasing his seed directly into my neck. His swimmers didn't have to go very far to break into my egg. That thought was the only thought on my mind at the import and although I knew it would be unsufferable to explain how a new babe was growing in my womb for the foremost prison term in 9 years, I really hoped one was. I know this is nutcase, a female parent wanting her son's babe to be forming and growing, but the thought brought me incredible joy. I laid there with Brian behind me, imagining what kind of infant I would have.

I had always wanted more children but it never worked out with my husband after our youngest daughter was born. We never discussed it but I always had the tactual sensation he preferred not to have any more. In fact in the nine years since her birthing I bet I could recall ever time he actually fucked me and filled me with his cum. It was less times than my son Brian had fucked me and filled me in the survive two days.

Of path I was getting ahead of myself. My oscillation is quite temporary and I am not certain when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very good hazard 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 nipper. Although what he was doing at the mo felt very nice. He was rubbing his digit between my labia, circling my button and pressing his erect cock up between my legs. I wondered how he could be hard already. His seed was still spilling out of me from the incredible fucking he gave me second ago.

And without saying a Bible he slipped inside, me again. His steal cock pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my uterine cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he require his female parent to channel his baby ? He just discovered I was not on birthing ascendency and his outset thought is to fuck me. And by letting him fuck me right now was I indicating I was hoping we could be meaning together ? Prior to this I had honestly forgotten about not being on birthing control, but in this bit it was all I could think about - no I was not on any birth control condition, and if Brian cums inside me again, I know the risk of infection. Why wasn't I stopping him ?

Brian slowly worked his prick in and out of my puss. 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 cope with him. It felt so good. It was more emotional than any of our previous copulations. zip was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one finish, to guide his semen deep into my womb. 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 lead to invention. I was imaging his ejaculate flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a baby growth, a boy like his father, solid and hefty and yet able to hold me in his arms tenderly and loving and wee-wee me feel more like a cleaning lady than I ever.

He kissed the rachis of my neck. He squeezed my breast in his helping 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 other deal pressed against my womb, as if he was trying to will biography inside me. Slowly and methodically, his steal pecker expanded and squirted inside me. Our yard remained decelerate and he filled me. Signaling my approval I squirted back at him, my coming wetter than any other before it. How could I be so excited ? It was a morning of being fucked, I should have been dry and evacuate, yet in that import, we two buff gave all we had to the former, total giving and receiving.

He whispered,"I love you."

I confirmed my dear 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 come from running out. His baby Creator had every prospect to dance freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new life, a new liveliness we both wanted. I never felt more beautiful or loved. This was different than when I conceived the other three, this was an opening of my garden lovingly, welcoming his seed, and willing with all my might to bring onward fruit from my womb, his yield. We fell off to slumber, 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, 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 rain shower. We stood under the steamy water, washing each former, cleaning away the dawning's sex and kissing like lovers. With my psyche clearer I obviously had no idea what was going on inside my torso. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would keep trying until we did conceptualise. Two Clarence Day ago this would throw been a thinking too big to fit in my genius, but now it was as real as his soapy hands on my breast. We should talk over it, discover what the other might be thinking about our futurity. Keeping sex secret was possible, hell even prosperous when my fan slept just down the Charles Martin Hall from me. But how to take in a baby and not come apart relationship already establish by law, this I did not reckon 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 name him Brian ? He nodded and said a girl should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in silence. Word 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 early began.

Late in the afternoon the girls returned from camp, excited with stories of the day and wanting to go for a swim in the pool. Brian a duteous brother went out and swam with them, playing with them like the stripling he was -- very different from the man who was my lover all day. Their arrival signaled it was sentence to commence dinner and get ready for their father to get base from the function for the family meal. Surely, after eating he would head back to the office and it would be we four again into the Night ( or was it five now ? )

I began to marvel what it would like to make another baby in the family. I tried to imagine the female child acting and helping. Becoming big sisters, niggling mothers. I imagined Brian with a prideful fatherly smiling. And I began to question where my husband fit into this picture ? How would he chance out his married woman was significant with her fourth fry after a nine yr sabbatical ? I needed to think about this more, but now was not the time. Now was too perfect, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and futurity sister, that is all I wanted to think about now.

As I cooked I tried to think back when I was significant last. At five understructure 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 at the beginning and would add thirty pound sterling by their birthday. After the inaugural two I was able to unload most of the weight unit but after my last, Brianne it all seemed to ride out. The redundant weight unit kept my dope a very detectable 40c and I was fortunate to carry quite of bit of the redundant 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 feel like I officially became a BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. I can't say I ever felt beautiful really ( until these past few twenty-four hours with Brian ) and so never thought of myself as a BBW but certainly I have the first B and the W.

I began to marvel how my body would shift this sentence. These years I was a little over two C British pound with the like big dope and big ass. I wonder if I added weight from a gestation where would it go. Could I ever get it off ? I could end up at two hundred and fifty Egyptian pound if I was not thrifty. diet is not my metier, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my muscularity with lots of food. I envisioned nothing but sex and eating over the future several months, or until I couldn't be fucked anymore.

Somehow through all my mommy filled distracting thoughts dinner was ready and we all sat around the table. I felt like we were a unlike kind of family fir the 1st metre. One that did not fully include my husband, more like we were the kinsfolk and he was an interloper. We laughed and chatted and he watched, distant and unlike. I wondered again what would fall out if I did suit fraught have been without his source in my pussy for over a class ? Would he leave ? He could only strike it was another man, an involvement, he could never know it was his Brian. I am sure cerebration I had fallen for another was much well-heeled to bear than ever finding out his own son was more lover to me than he. I didn't want to ache him. He is a well man generally. But emotionally at this moment I realized he was never my devotee. Brian was my buff, he opened me up, made me a woman. As I looked at them both, I knew I could easily live with Brian as my partner, giving myself completely. But how would this partnership ever be accepted, we would always appear 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 oceanic abyss inside of me, once, than twice and a third sentence. Before his founding father came home base 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 love. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was tiddler qualification and it was beautiful.

I began to think about how my life would commute. Maybe I should try to engage my husband sexually and he would think any succeeding tike 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 know existed. He took our love qualification as consummation, committedness, his entry into my uterus each day as a covenant that made me his, and he expected commitment and fidelity from me in return. We decided I should examine my husband about wanting another babe. We could gauge his reaction to the interrogative and guess how he might respond once I began to show. Getting a coup d'oeil into how he would react, how he would finger when new life began to arise inside me, could lead to ideas about how to outdo let him pick up this new babe.

In meter 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 tranquillize 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 glasses of wine. I ordered Mahi Mahi and he had a lobster. We talked about the nestling and the summertime coming to an end. he mention maybe next year he wouldn't be so busy and we could direct a kinsfolk vacation. I knew that would never happen, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the Kyd I took a chance and said, `` Bill, what would you consider if I wanted to throw another baby ? '' You know I always wanted Sir Thomas More Thomas Kid and now I am approaching mid-thirties and my biological clock is running out. How would you feel if I became fraught one more time ? I realized as I listened to myself I was saying it without implying I would require him to contribute. But the how was wiped away from my cerebration when I realized there was no shock or surprisal on his face. 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 longsighted time, collecting his thoughts 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 matter ? But he insisted. He knew I was different. He began to explain how he noticed me more joyful around the mansion, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would come home and find me nude in bed. He was sure enough there was mortal else fucking me. I continued my artifice, insisting he was faulty, there was no one else. I only ever had sex with him in my entire aliveness.

visor said,"Well I think we are talking about a new baby because you are already pregnant and you need some cover. So now you want me to be intimate you adding my seminal fluid to his."I was glad at that bit Brian stopped me from going forward with that architectural plan. And I was panicking at where this conversation had gone. Bill was about to shock me even more.

He said,"Marsha, a few workweek ago when I got home late from work I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your legs open 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 outset it confirmed what he already suspected. But something happened in him, seeing my tumid lips, leaking another man's cum, he admitted it turned him on. He went on to say he was so turned that he dropped his pants and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my hook swollen-headed pussycat. His next program line was not anything I would have ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to lean in and clobber your pussy, the combining of his and your cum had me ejaculating all over the end of the bed."

Now it was my crook to stare off thinking, letting what he said swallow hole in. My husband has been licking my pussy when he came home from employment, 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 multiplication over the past few calendar week. He asked about birth ascendance 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 putz ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple time ? Yes. Is he young ? Yes. How Whitney 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 keep fucking and he wanted to roll in the hay where he stood. I told him I didn't want to depart him but a door had been opened in me that I could not close. Was another man with his wife something he couldn't handle ? If he was ok with individual else fucking me then perhaps he would much favor licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist pump at that comment.

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

"More what ?"I asked.

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

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

I excused myself to use the Lady 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 deal. 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 broadside for cover song. Besides, I was a little turned on by the whole prognosis of making account determine what it was like to be made sexual love to by a real man, even if it was his boy. I was really excited to get home and speak to Brian. This opened up some practical possibilities. I couldn't have been happier about bringing up the subject.

As we drove home I pulled out flier's cock. It was operose ( still or again, I could not be sure ) and had emitted circle of precum. I rubbed it a few times and he shot his cum all over the steering wheel, pants and the car ass. I was surprised by how a great deal he came. He looked at me and smiled. He asked, would it be ok if he could licked my snatch when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you have that kind of access anymore ? ”