As we lay in bed together, Brian with his deal over my low-spirited belly, the impact of his question began to wear off. He had been fucking me deeper than anyone ever had and releasing his seed directly into my neck. His swimmers didn't have to go very far to break in into my egg. That thought was the solitary thinking on my mind at the here and now and although I knew it would be impossible to excuse how a new sister was growing in my womb for the start clock time in 9 years, I really hoped one was. I know this is crazy, a mother wanting her son's child 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 husband after our youngest daughter was born. We never discussed it but I always had the feeling he preferred not to have any more. In fact in the nine age since her parturition 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 wheel is quite irregular and I am not sure when I am ovulating, when I am fertile, so there is a very good luck I was getting my Leslie Townes Hope up only to be dashed. I hadn't even considered what Brian might consider of his mother being meaning with his child. Although what he was doing at the moment felt very nice. He was rubbing his fingers between my labia, circling my clitoris and pressing his erect cock up between my legs. I wondered how he could be laborious already. His germ was still spilling out of me from the incredible fucking he gave me moments ago.

And without saying a word he slipped inside, me again. His steal rooster pressed up deep into me, already pressing against my cervix. Is this how he felt ? Did he want his mother to pack his baby ? He just discovered I was not on nascency ascendence and his first thought process is to hump 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 birth control, but in this moment it was all I could think about - no I was not on any birth ascendency, 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 kitty. He was fucking me very deliberately, Thomas 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 come across him. It felt so good. It was more emotional than any of our old sexual intercourse. null was said between us, he and I moved together, seemingly with one goal, to draw his seminal fluid deep into my uterus. Without saying it, we both knew we wanted it. We both wanted to place this act, fully cognizant what we were doing, hoping this would lead to conception. I was imaging his seed flooding into me and penetrating my egg. Slowly a baby growing, a boy like his father, unattackable and brawny and yet able to withstand me in his sleeve tenderly and loving and fix me palpate more like a woman than I ever.

He kissed the back of my neck. He squeezed my breast in his deal. I remembered when he would draw Milk River from it and I tried to opine how soon it would be filled with milk again, for his baby. His other hand pressed against my womb, as if he was trying to will life inside me. Slowly and methodically, his steal prick expanded and squirted inside me. Our pace remained slow 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 excited ? It was a good morning of being fucked, I should have been dry and evacuate, yet in that moment, we two lovers gave all we had to the other, add giving and receiving.

He whispered,"I love you."

I confirmed my honey 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 sustain his seed from running out. His baby makers had every chance to trip the light fantastic freely inside me, searching for that egg, penetrating it and beginning new animation, a new spirit 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 seed, and will 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 get three.

When Brian woke, he slipped out of me, and I felt discharge, 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 exhibitioner. We stood under the aroused piss, washing each other, cleaning away the morning's sex and kissing like fan. With my nous clearer I obviously had no approximation what was going on inside my body. But I also knew what I wanted and what Brian wanted, so I knew we would proceed trying until we did conceive. Two days ago this would give been a opinion too big to fit in my brain, but now it was as real as his soapy hands on my knocker. We should discuss it, discover what the former might be thinking about our time to come. Keeping sex secret was possible, hell even easy when my devotee slept just down the Charles Francis Hall from me. But how to have a babe and not give out kinship already build by law, this I did not think was possible or explainable.

As we dried and dressed and went for nutrient 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 miss should be Marsha. We smiled, kissed and finished eating in silence. Words had no meaning in this moment, we were still linked, like two au naturel lovers, moving together, trying to turn 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 taradiddle of the day and wanting to go for a swim in the syndicate. Brian a duteous sidekick went out and swam with them, playing with them like the stripling he was -- very dissimilar from the man who was my devotee all day. Their arrival signaled it was time to set about dinner and get ready for their sire to come dwelling house from the office for the phratry meal. Surely, after eating he would guide back to the office and it would be we four again into the Night ( or was it five now ? )

I began to enquire what it would like to have another child in the sign of the zodiac. I tried to imagine the girls performing and helping. Becoming big sisters, little mother. I imagined Brian with a prideful fatherly smile. And I began to wonder where my husband fit into this motion-picture show ? How would he find out his married woman was fraught with her fourth kid after a nine yr sabbatical ? I needed to think about this more, but now was not the time. Now was too perfective tense, Brian, Corrine and Brianne and future child, that is all I wanted to think about now.

As I cooked I tried to remember back when I was pregnant go. At five foot four I was not big boilers suit, I carried my babies in front and low. Being significant felt like it was the way I was meant to be. I weighed about one fifty at the start and would add thirty Ezra Pound by their natal day. After the showtime two I was able-bodied to drop most of the weight but after my last, Brianne it all seemed to ride out. The spear carrier weight kept my boobs a very noticeable 40c and I was fortunate to expect quite of bit of the supererogatory 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 cleaning woman. I can't say I ever felt beautiful really ( until these past times few mean solar day 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 alter this time. These days I was a little over two hundred Irish pound with the same big boobs and big ass. I wonder if I added weight 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 military capability, especially after being so well fucked by Brian. I was restoring my energy with lots of food. I envisioned nothing but sex and eating over the next various month, or until I couldn't be fucked anymore.

Somehow through all my mamma filled distracting mentation dinner was cook and we all sat around the table. I felt like we were a unlike kind of family 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 yr ? Would he leave ? He could only assume it was another man, an affair, he could never bonk it was his Brian. I am sure thinking I had fallen for another was much well-to-do to take over than ever finding out his own son was more lover to me than he. I didn't want to hurt him. He is a commodity man generally. But emotionally at this present moment I realized he was never my devotee. Brian was my fan, 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 come along as though we were mother and son ?

My husband did go back to work and Brian again joined me in bed and we made honey. And he again pressed his seed mystifying interior of me, once, than twice and a tertiary fourth dimension. 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 love. It was not fucking, it was loving, it was child making and it was beautiful.

I began to imagine about how my lifespan would interchange. Maybe I should try to engage my husband sexually and he would conceive any future small fry 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 fuck existed. He took our making love making as consummation, commitment, his debut into my womb each day as a covenant that made me his, and he expected commitment and faithfulness from me in restitution. We decided I should poke into my husband about wanting another baby. We could judge his reaction to the doubtfulness and estimate how he might respond once I began to picture. Getting a coup d'oeil into how he would respond, how he would feel when new life began to turn inside me, could go to estimate about how to best let him key out this new baby.

In clock time a weekend came and it was a opportunity to speak to my husband. We agreed to go out to dinner, just the two of us, a calm 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 specs of wine. I ordered Mahi Mahi and he had a lobster. We talked about the kids and the summer coming to an end. he mention maybe future class he wouldn't be so busy and we could pick out a household vacation. I knew that would never go on, he work always came before anything.

As we talked about the tyke I took a chance and said, `` posting, what would you think if I wanted to have another infant ? '' You know I always wanted more minor 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 bestow. But the how was wiped away from my thinking when I realized there was no daze or surprise on his typeface. Rather his look was as if I just hang and broke his preferred golf club or hurt him in some other way. He stared off for a longsighted time, collecting his view I believed and then he just blurted out,"so whom have you been fucking ?"

He surprised me. I faked vilification, how could he say such a thing ? But he insisted. He knew I was different. He began to explain how he noticed me more joyful around the house, almost acting like our teenage son. He also said he would issue forth home and find me naked in bed. He was sure there was somebody 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 entire life story.

Bill said,"Well I think we are talking about a new baby because you are already significant and you need some screen. So now you want me to roll in the hay 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. pecker was about to shock me even more.

He said,"Marsha, a few workweek ago when I got home late from piece of work I found you asleep naked on top of the bed, your leg exposed and a pool 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 starting time it confirmed what he already suspected. But something happened in him, seeing my tumescent lips, leaking another man's cum, he admitted it turned him on. He went on to say he was so change state that he dropped his bloomers and jerked off standing at the end of the bed looking at my overcharge egotistical slit. His next financial statement was not anything I would have ever predicated. He said,"I found it so erotic that I had to be given in and lick your pussycat, the combination of his and your cum had me ejaculating all over the end of the bed."

Now it was my go to stare off thinking, letting what he said sink in. My husband has been licking my twat when he came habitation 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 XII prison term over the past few weeks. He asked about birth mastery and I admitted I was not taking the tab 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 deliver a big tool ? Yes. He knew he came a lot and asked if he came multiple times ? Yes. Is he Whitney Young ? Yes. How young, I lied and said late twenties. He wondered if he met our shaver, and I said they don't know about another man. He presumed I would hold on shtup and he wanted to know where he stood. I told him I didn't want to leave behind 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 somebody else fucking me then perhaps he would much prefer licking me when I was awake. I honestly thought I saw him fist heart at that comment.

He thought for a farsighted clock 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 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 cock through his drawers. We were sitting in a populace 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 tumid. I whispered to him,"I might be open to that."I swore his cock jumped in my script. 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 hold open loving Brian and having Bill for cover. Besides, I was a trivial turned on by the hale candidate of making Bill keep an eye on 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 home and speak to Brian. This opened up some hard-nosed possibility. I couldn't have been happier about bringing up the subject.

As we drove menage I pulled out Bill's stopcock. It was hard ( still or again, I could not be trusted ) and had emitted lots of precum. I rubbed it a few time and he shot his cum all over the steering wheel, 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 licked my pussy when we get home ? I said without looking at him,"I wonder if we should let you consume that kind of access anymore ? ”