As we lay in bed together, Brian with his script over my lower abdomen, the shock of his interrogative began to jade off. He had been fucking me recondite than anyone ever had and releasing his ejaculate directly into my cervix uteri. His natator didn't have to go very far to split up into my egg. That thought was the only thought on my mind at the bit and although I knew it would be impossible to explicate how a new baby was growing in my womb for the offset metre in 9 years, I really hoped one was. I know this is sick, a mother wanting her son's infant to be forming and growing, but the thought brought me incredible joy. I laid there with Brian behind me, imagining what kind of baby I would have.

I had always wanted more baby but it never worked out with my married man after our young girl 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 long time since her birth I bet I could think ever time he actually fucked me and filled me with his seed. It was less times than my son Brian had fucked me and filled me in the final stage two days.

Of course I was getting ahead of myself. My cycle per second is quite maverick and I am not sure enough when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very good chance I was getting my hopes up only to be dashed. I hadn't even considered what Brian might think of his female parent being pregnant with his tyke. Although what he was doing at the moment felt very nice. He was rubbing his fingers between my labia, circling my clit and pressing his erect cock up between my legs. I wondered how he could be hard already. His source was still spilling out of me from the incredible ass he gave me moments ago.

And without saying a tidings he slipped inside, me again. His steal cock pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he want his female parent to persuade his baby ? He just discovered I was not on birth command and his first-class honours degree idea is to fuck me. And by letting him screw 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 nascence control, but in this moment it was all I could recall about - no I was not on any birth control, and if Brian cums inside me again, I know the endangerment. Why wasn't I stopping him ?

Brian slowly worked his cock 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 River on the bed, pressing up and in, still more deeply than anyone ever had. I was rocking back to play him. It felt so dependable. It was more emotional than any of our previous copulations. nada was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one goal, to draw his source deep into my uterus. Without saying it, we both knew we wanted it. We both wanted to give this act, fully aware what we were doing, hoping this would lead to design. I was imaging his semen flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a baby growing, a boy like his Father, strong and powerful and yet able-bodied to hold me in his sleeve tenderly and loving and make me feel more like a woman than I ever.

He kissed the back 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 River 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 steal cock expanded and squirted inside me. Our yard remained behind and he filled me. Signaling my approval I squirted back at him, my orgasm bed wetter than any other before it. How could I be so excite ? It was a morning of being fucked, I should have been dry and hollow, yet in that moment, we two lovers gave all we had to the other, tot 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 keep on his seed from running out. His baby makers had every opportunity to dance freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new life, a new life 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 cum, and willing with all my might to bring forward fruit from my uterus, his yield. 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, incomplete. He left and returned with urine, giving it to me first than taking some himself. He just pulled me and led me to the rain shower. We stood under the horny water, washing each other, cleaning away the morn's sex and kissing like lovers. With my mind clearer I obviously had no musical theme what was going on inside my consistence. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would keep trying until we did conceive. Two Day ago this would have been a idea too big to fit in my head, but now it was as real as his soapy hired man on my tit. We should hash out it, discover what the other might be thinking about our future. Keeping sex secret was possible, hell even promiscuous when my fan slept just down the antechamber from me. But how to have a baby and not break-dance relationships already establish by law, this I did not call up was possible 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 discover him Brian ? He nodded and said a girl should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in silence. password had no meaning in this moment, we were still linked, like two raw devotee, moving together, trying to turn something new. We spent the good afternoon together, just holding each other, clothed, but intermingled, not knowing where one ended and the other began.

Late in the afternoon the young lady returned from inner circle, excited with stories of the day and wanting to go for a swimming in the pool. Brian a dutiful brother went out and drown with them, playing with them like the teen he was -- very different from the man who was my buff all day. Their arriver signaled it was time to get dinner and get ready for their father to do home base from the office for the family repast. Surely, after eating he would head back to the billet and it would be we four again into the night ( or was it five now ? )

I began to wonder what it would like to sustain another baby in the sign. I tried to imagine the girls performing and helping. Becoming big sis, minuscule mother. I imagined Brian with a prideful fatherly grinning. And I began to wonder where my husband fit into this picture ? How would he find out his married woman was pregnant with her 4th baby after a nine year sabbatical ? I needed to think about this more, but now was not the metre. Now was too perfect, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and future baby, that is all I wanted to recollect about now.

As I cooked I tried to remember back when I was pregnant last. At five leg it four I was not big overall, I carried my baby in front and low. Being significant felt like it was the way I was meant to be. I weighed about one fifty dollar bill at the beginning and would add 30 pounds by their birthday. After the number one two I was able to discharge about of the weight but after my last, Brianne it all seemed to appease. The extra system of weights kept my boobs a very noticeable 40c and I was rosy to dribble quite of bit of the surplus 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 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 inquire how my body would exchange this time. These Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I was a little over two hundred pound sterling with the same big titty and big ass. I wonder if I added weight unit from a pregnancy where would it go. Could I ever get it off ? I could end up at two hundred and fifty Lebanese pound if I was not heedful. Dieting is not my strength, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my energy with scads of food. I envisioned nothing but sex and eating over the next several calendar month, 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 mesa. I felt like we were a different kind of family fir the first-class honours degree clip. One that did not fully include my husband, more like we were the family and he was an intruder. We laughed and chatted and he watched, removed and unlike. I wondered again what would happen if I did become significant have been without his seed in my puss for over a year ? Would he leave ? He could only assume it was another man, an social occasion, he could never know it was his Brian. I am sure intellection I had fallen for another was much easier to take than ever finding out his own son was more buff to me than he. I didn't want to hurt him. He is a skillful man generally. But emotionally at this moment I realized he was never my lover. 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 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 workplace and Brian again joined me in bed and we made lovemaking. And he again pressed his seed deep interior of me, once, than twice and a third time. Before his beginner came home he slipped back into his own bed and I fell asleep au naturel. Each day after that day it was the like. Brian came to me and we made honey. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was small fry devising and it was beautiful.

I began to think about how my life would change. Maybe I should try to absorb my husband sexually and he would retrieve any future tiddler 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 overjealous side showed that I did not make love existed. He took our erotic love devising as consummation, commitment, his entry into my womb each day as a concordat that made me his, and he expected commitment and fidelity from me in return. We decided I should examine my hubby about wanting another baby. We could adjudicate his reaction to the inquiry and estimate how he might oppose once I began to show. Getting a glimpse into how he would respond, how he would feel when new life sentence began to grow inside me, could lead to melodic theme about how to best let him discover this new baby.

In clock time 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 quiet 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 child and the summer coming to an end. he mention maybe next year he wouldn't be so occupy and we could take a family holiday. I knew that would never happen, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the kids I took a chance and said, `` vizor, what would you recollect if I wanted to give another baby ? '' You know I always wanted more than kids and now I am approaching mid-thirties and my biological clock is running out. How would you feel if I became pregnant one more time ? I realized as I listened to myself I was saying it without implying I would need him to chip in. But the how was wiped away from my thinking when I realized there was no jounce or surprise on his face. Rather his look was as if I just bent and broke his deary golf golf club or smart 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 insult, how could he say such a thing ? But he insisted. He knew I was unlike. He began to excuse how he noticed me more joyful around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would fare habitation and witness me bare in bed. He was certain there was someone else fucking me. I continued my ruse, insisting he was haywire, there was no one else. I only ever had sex with him in my stallion life.

broadsheet said,"well I think we are talking about a new child because you are already pregnant and you need some cover. So now you want me to screw you adding my cum to his."I was well-chosen at that consequence 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 workweek ago when I got home late from work I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your legs afford and a puddle of cum between them, with his ejaculate still spilling out."He went on to say there is no denying what I saw or what it was. He said at first of all it confirmed what he already suspected. But something happened in him, seeing my turgid lips, leaking another man's cum, he admitted it turned him on. He went on to say he was so turn that he dropped his gasp and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my douse swollen-headed pussy. His next instruction was not anything I would take in ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to lean in and lick your snatch, 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 cesspit in. My husband has been licking my pussy when he came home plate 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 prison term over the retiring few calendar week. He asked about nativity ascendancy and I admitted I was not taking the birth control pill any Thomas More. He asked if I was significant and I honestly said I don't know, but as you are cognisant from what you have been eating it is quite potential. He asked about the man fucking me, did he have a big tool ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple times ? Yes. Is he young ? Yes. How vernal, I lied and said latterly XX. He wondered if he met our child, and I said they don't know about another man. He presumed I would maintain nookie and he wanted to roll in the hay where he stood. I told him I didn't want to leave him but a doorway had been opened in me that I could not close up. Was another man with his wife something he couldn't handle ? If he was ok with person 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 farsighted time. And finally said,"What if I wanted more ?"

"More what ?"I asked.

"What if I wanted to take in ?"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 turncock 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 elbow room and on my way stopped, leaned into him, putting my hand in his lap, verifying he was indeed tumid. I whispered to him,"I might be candid to that."I swore his cock jumped in my hand. Had he just cum ?

I knew I could never let him see it was Brian, his own son, but this illusion seemed the comfortably way for me to restrain loving Brian and having invoice for masking. Besides, I was a minuscule turned on by the whole medical prognosis of making Bill watch what it was like to be made making love to by a real man, even if it was his boy. I was really excited to get dwelling 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 vizor's cock. It was laborious ( still or again, I could not be sure as shooting ) and had emitted lots of precum. I rubbed it a few multiplication and he shot his cum all over the steering rack, trouser 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 licked my cunt when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you have that kind of memory access anymore ? ”