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Story #1 - Parental Pregnancy, from Family Affairs



	I have been enjoying your magazine since April of 1988 and in
an attempt to at least partially repay you for the enjoyment I
have received, I am sending you my story.  All the names have
been changed to protect the guilty, but the rest is fact.

	I am a beautiful forty-five-year-old widow, I live in a very
nice home with my twenty-five-year-old son, Jim, my
twenty-month-old son/grandson, Jim Jr., my eight-month-old
daughter/granddaughter, Anne, and I am in maternity clothes
again, five months pregnant with my son's third child.  Yes, I
started very young, and started my son very young, but there is
no way I would change a thing.  It is not easy being Jim's wife
and mother, but I couldn't be happier, despite the risk of
discovery.

	It all started on a Friday, in April of 1988; spring break for
Jim's school was the next week.  About ten minutes after Jim
left for school the doorbell rang.  Roger, Jim's best friend,
was there to borrow Jim's sleeping bag for the next week of
vacation.  When I took the sleeping bag from the top shelf of
Jim's closet, something fell to the floor.  After Roger was on
his way I returned to Jim's room to replace what had fallen.  I
found two old issues of your magazine.  My first reaction was
shock! I had been molested by my grandfather, and the though of
incest was an outrage.  The only other man I had ever thought
about having sex with was my deceased husband, and I had just 
discovered that my innocent son was reading about incest.  The
shock quickly turned to rage.  If Jim had been there, I would
have killed him on the spot, and you would not now be reading
this.  I threw down the magazines and left the room.  Soon the
rage cooled to anger, and then turned to curiosity.  I returned
to Jim's room and read the magazines.  It was obvious from where
the corners were turned down that I was the object of his
interest.  I began to become turned on.  There were two letters
I reread several times.  One was from a woman who had gone to an
R-rated movie with her son.  They both got turned on and decided
to go home and do what was happening on the screen.  She was
trying to decide whether or not to "give her son a
sister/daughter".  The other was from a woman writing from a
hotel room in New York who got turned-on every time she looked
at her belly which was expanding with her son's baby.  By ten AM
I was obsessed with the idea of having my son's baby and had to
work fast; a count of the days since my last period said I was
in my time of fertility, and I would have to work fast.

	Before Jim arrived home, I had a well-laid seduction plan and
was dressed in my sexiest dress, and five-inch, spike-heeled
ankle-strap sandals.  When he arrived, I was at the kitchen
table sipping a cup of coffee and I heard the front door slam
and Jim shout, "Hi Mom, I'm home."  Before I could respond the
hall bathroom door slammed.  When I heard the toilet flush I got
up to meet him in the hall.  My heart was pounding, my knees were
weak, and my mind was spinning like a top.  When he saw me he
said, "Damn, Mom, you're beautiful!  Why are you all dressed up?"

	My plan was gone and my mind  was mush.  My response was, "I
found your reading material."  He froze in his tracks and
blushed bright red.  After several seconds of his staring at the
cleavage exposed by my low neckline I asked, "Do you find me
sexually attractive?"  His response was a change of expression
from fear to bewilderment, so I asked, "Do you want to make love
to me?"  That brought a smile and a nod.  "Would you please make
me pregnant?"  The smile turned to an ear-to-ear grin.  I felt
as though the world had been lifted from my shoulders, and
regained most of my composure.

	He was not looking me in the eye; in my five inch heels I was
about two inches taller.  I leaned to kiss him on the lips.  As
our lips met he put his arms around me and pulled me close, as
the lump in his crotch pressed against my thigh, I knew I was
going to get much more than the four inches I had fantasized
about most of the afternoon.  When his tongue slipped into my
mouth, my juices began to flow and I began to tremble.  Jim
broke our kiss and asked, "Are you okay, Mom?"

	I told him, "I've never been this okay before in my life.  I'm
in love with you, I want to have your baby."

	I took his hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom.  As
we stepped through the door he unzipped my dress and slid it
from my shoulders.  When the dress fell around my feet I took
off my panties and turned to face Jim.  He already had his shirt
off.  I kissed him again.  As he fumbled with my bra, I undid
his pants and pushed them and his undershorts down to mid-thigh,
freeing his nine inch, rock-hard cock; it was twice the size of
my late husband's in both length and girth, and much larger than
his father's too.

	We broke our kiss, and as he took his pants, shoes, shorts, and
socks off I said, "That's a real monster you have there; I hope
I can take it all in me."

	He pushed me gently toward the bed saying, "Beth, honey, we
will find out shortly."  I lay down on the bed, spreading my
legs wide and guided his manhood into my hot wet pussy as he lay
on top of me.  I felt as though I would split in two as he
entered me further than his two predecessors.  When the head of
his cock came in contact with my cervix and I felt my pussy
begin to stretch in length, to accommodate him, I learned the
meaning of the word pleasure.

	I locked my legs around his ass and my arms around his chest. 
As he began to stroke pump me with long, slow strokes, I matched
his rhythm.  The sensation of his cock coming in contact with my
cervix was driving me wild.  After about six or eight thrusts, I
had the first orgasm of my life, and it sure as hell wasn't
anything like I had faked for my late husband.  It was as though
my pussy overthrew me for control of my body.  As I gasped for
breath, the most pleasurable  sensations I had ever felt were
radiating from my pussy throughout my body; there are no words I
know to describe them.  My whole body was working in unison to
suck my son back into the womb that had given him birth.  I had
no control over it, and little sense of what was happening,
other than pleasure - greater than I had ever know before in my
life.

	When my orgasm finally subsided, Jim resumed his slow,
deliberate rhythm, causing me to give a moan of pleasure with
each stroke.  After a while his pace began to quicken, and the
excitement began to build in my pussy again.  I knew he was
about to send his sperm searching for the egg waiting in my
womb.  When his cock began it convulsive spasms of ejaculation,
my body exploded with another orgasm, even greater than the
first.  When I finally returned to the world, my son had
collapsed on me; he was breathing in slow, deep breaths.  We lay
there, with his limp cock still in me, kissing and talking. 
After about twenty minutes, I felt his cock expanding in me as
it hardened; I began massaging it with my pussy and Jim began
his long, slow thrusts.  Round two lasted twice as long and
brought me three orgasms.  Afterward, Jim went to the bathroom,
while I turned down the bed, hung up my dress, and took off my
shoes, stockings, and garter belt.  We returned to bed and made
love four more times before falling asleep in each other's arms
around two AM.

	The next morning we made love twice before getting up.  After
we showered together and had breakfast, we moved about half of
Jim's clothes into my room.  We left the rest of his stuff in
his room, so that when he had friends over he has a place to
entertain them.  The rest of the day, and all the next week,
except for Wednesday, was spent making love, talking, or just
lying together in bed.  We only took short breaks to eat or go
to the bathroom.  We did it in every room of the house, in every
position we could think of, or read about in your magazine.  I
seldom wore more than a garter belt, stockings, and high heels,
while my son just wore his bathrobe. 

	On Wednesday, while Jim was fucking me on the kitchen table,
the door bell rang; we ignored it.  Then it rang again just
before he ejaculated and sent both of us out of this world in
orgasm.  When we recovered Jim put on his robe and checked the
front door, but no one was there.  In a few minutes the phone
rang.  It was my mother; she had flown into town for a business
meeting, and she would be here in a few minutes.  We were
dressed and ready for her visit by the time she arrived.

	Shortly after the hello's were said, she said she needed to
talk to me, and Jim excused himself.  When we were alone she
said, "Beth, I always thought you were a prude, and
old-fashioned about sex, but now I see you're a chip off the old
block."  I asked her what she meant.  She told me that earlier
when we didn't answer the door she thought we weren't home so
she was going to leave the packages she had brought on the back
porch, and had seen Jim and me, in the final thrills of sex, the
window of the kitchen door.

	I was stunned; when I tried to speak, my mouth moved but no
words would come out.  She went on to tell me that she and my
younger sister, Linda,  had been living in a lesbian
relationship for six months, and that my grandfather, was also
mine and Linda's father, so it was easy for her to accept any
relationship my son and I chose to have.  Mom only stayed about
two hours because she had to fly back to San Francisco for
another business meeting late that afternoon.  When good-bye's
were being said, she told Jim and me that she wanted a
granddaughter, since she didn't have one yet.

	In June and July we took six weeks of vacation.  My son and I
left our kids with Mom and Linda in San Francisco and spent two
weeks traveling openly as man and wife.  Then we spent a month
with Mom and Linda.  That vacation may well be the subject of a
future letter or letters.

	I would really like to see a special issue of your magazine
featuring mothers and sons only.  Thank you for your wonderful
magazine.  Thank you for reading this, even if you don't publish
it.

Mrs. B.F., address withheld by request

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