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[Much of this story was related to me by Terry who wanted me to write a story about “Terri,” but she disappeared before it was finished. I hope she likes it.]

I’ll admit this is my fault, though not all my fault. It wouldn’t have happened if
I hadn’t taken advantage of Howard in high school. I know that will sound strange.
His brains and family connections marked Howard for success even then. I could see
that as soon as I transferred to his school. I had to go live with my grandmother
when my mother ran a way with a lover who got her pregnant, a man young enough to be
her son.

I guess I had inherited Mom’s sex drive. I had been fucking since I had dressed up
like a kinderslut and enticed one of Dad's friends to do me at 14. I'd had plenty
of boys in my old school and I liked doing it. I could have continued screwing in
Robert E. Lee High, too, but some kind of female animal cunning, told me this was my
chance to escape marriage to a trucker or construction worker. (I had a weakness
for the big macho types who could fuck my brains out but I wanted the big house and
fancy clothes I saw in magazines.) It wasn’t a conscious plan – I was only 16 – but
I knew, even if I could not have expressed it, that Howard was my ticket out of the
lower middle class.

Lee High was full of rich bitches who were more interested in hanging on the arm of
a hunk football player (though the price was pulling down their Victoria Secret
panties, spreading their professionally waxed legs, and fucking like little minxes)
than in landing a marriage partner. They had plenty of time in to college to do
that! So no halfway pretty girl would pay any attention to a boy who was 5’5” and
slightly pudgy like Howard. I didn’t have nice clothes, but I was at least a pretty
as any of the rich bitches and I had a killer body even then. I had no problem
making Howard’s head spin.

Remember, this is me, a 35 year old housewife telling you this story. I didn’t
think I was being as manipulative as I now see that I was. Sixteen-year-old Terri
Dyer was genuinely thrilled that a “nice boy” like Howard Archer wanted to date her.
Since he was “nice,” I knew I had to act like a “nice girl,” too. We were a couple
by Christmas of our junior year. The Junior-Senior prom was the first time that
Howard touched my breast (with a bit of encouragement from me.) I wanted sex, but I
was smart enough to stick close to Howard and wait.

Over that summer I visited Dad and found guy at his construction site to fuck the
daylights out of me like I had been missing. It was a good thing I had not stopped
renewing my birth control prescription. He was a no-condom guy and worked hard at
keeping my teen pussy full of his spunk. In my senior year I was back to technical
celibacy. Sex with Howard progressed to me giving him hand jobs and letting him
play with my pussy. When Howard started applying for universities, things got
tense; it was obvious that Grandma could not afford to send me away to school. I
didn’t want to loose Howard and did what I had to do.

At New Years, I went off the Pill. I also started dressing a little hotter when we
went on dates, letting Howard see more of my legs and tits, which had developed
nicely in the last two years. I really was in love with him and I figured right
that I could get him to go all the way with me at the party after the Senior Prom.
It wasn’t a bad fuck, considering. He had an average dick and he was certainly
enthusiastic about putting it in his steady girlfriend. I even had a decent orgasm.
Howard had clumsily put on a condom, but it didn’t do him any good. I had
slathered myself with baby oil and the rubber was in tatters when he pulled out.

Howard was apologetic and nervous, but I told him not to worry, I wasn’t at my most
fertile time. I was, not that it mattered. If I weren’t, I would have made it
happen some other night. I waited until after missing my second period to tell him
I was pregnant. Grandma and Howard’s Catholic parents were upset and I pretended to
be, but there was no question but that Howard would marry me. I moved in with the
Archers the first year while Howard was in college and my belly expanded. My
darling John arrived on Valentine’s Day.

The year with Howard’s parents was hard. They were too sophisticated to say it in
so many words, but it was clear they thought I was a trashy gold-digger. And I
missed sex even when he came to visit. Howard was one of those men that is
squeamish about fucking a pregnant woman even though I wanted it more that ever, if
that’s possible. He wouldn’t even play with me and I’d never been able to get him
to eat me.

For the rest of Howard’s college years we lived in apartments near his school. They
were the best years of our marriage. Howard was sailing through school and then Law
School and we did not lack for money. We fucked every chance we got, which was
plenty. John was a trouble-free baby and there were plenty of young women to take
care of him if Howard and I wanted to go out. At first Howard couldn’t keep his
hands off me (and his cock out of me). His parents hated—and I secretly loved them
hating it –our noisy lovemaking whenever Howard and I went home for a visit. I am
naturally a screamer when I come and I made no efforts to control myself. The looks
I got from “Mother Archer” were poisonous and Howard’s dad was clearly envious as
hell. One time when Howard’s sister Caitlin and her husband were visiting when
Howard came home, they got to hear a three orgasm night. Caitlin was just as snooty
the next morning as her mother but Reggie looked at me like a piece of raw m!
eat.

After John was born, Howard’s parents were keen that I not “burden him” another baby
and I agreed that his college years were not a good time. They had me go on this
Norplant stuff because I guess they thought I was too stupid or conniving to take
the Pill. It must have worked or I’d have been knocked up no telling how many times
before John graduated, the way we fucked. Unfortunately his ardor cooled pretty
quickly. By the time he passed the bar, I was down to no more than one fuck a week,
and not happy about it.

After John started working for this big law firm and his folks saw how being a
“family man” with a beautiful wife was an asset for him, they changed their mind
about babies. They still didn’t like ME, but decided I was OK as a brood mare for
Howard. They started dropping hints about it being time for Howard “to be a father
again,” as they put it.

I wanted more children (Mom had let her young stud make her pregnant three more
times after splitting with Dad), but their attitude and Howard’s lack of enthusiasm
in the sack really put me off. I pretended to go along but decided I would NOT get
pregnant again, partly to spite my in-laws. By then I was half pissed at Howard,
too, for not pounding me, making me come so hard I didn’t know or care if he was
making me pregnant.

I had the Norplant removed but started using an IUD without telling anybody. Some
of Howard’s and my our increasingly infrequent session of lovemaking would have
coincided with my fertile periods so I pretended to be surprised that he wasn’t
knocking me up, but there was little chance. I even had myself checked told him the
half truth; that I was very fertile. This left Howard and the family to conclude
that is was his sperm count. I don’t think he was really upset. The babies were
more his Mom’s idea than his. I was starting to loose respect for him,
notwithstanding the money he was pulling down.

For several years I had to make do for sex with Howard and my secret collection of
vibrators and dildoes. Then I found Eve, or rather she found me. Eve was about my
age, an equally unsatisfied wife in our upscale neighborhood. One afternoon I was
at her house, drinking wine and let on feeling sorry for myself about not getting
laid more often. She was very sympathetic, telling me how pretty and sexy I was,
how she envied my large, firm breasts. Somehow it seemed to make sense to let her
take off my blouse to see me better.

And then she was kissing me and touching me and not just my breasts. I felt her
hand slide up under my skirt, but I was too turned on to stop her. By then she had
me laid out on the couch, kissing and nibbling my breasts as she slipped off my
panties and began playing with my sex in earnest. When her tongue and lips brought
me to that first girl-girl orgasm, a new world opened for me. I knew it would never
take the place of cock, but I loved what Eve could do to me and what I soon learned
to do for her. From them on, we spent many happy hours with our faces in each
other’s pussies.

It was Eve, in fact, who encouraged me find other men to give me the fucking I
needed. I started going with Eve to a bar out of town to dance. Nothing attracts
men like two hot chicks dancing with each other. We never had to buy our own
drinks. <giggle> One night Eve was off in a corner letting some guy suck her tits
while I was dancing and drinking with his buddy. He was a few years younger than
me, but funny and hansom, and hung. He was in construction or something and had a
faint scent of muscular toil about him: the kind of guy that always makes me wet.
Our dancing turned into grinding, and before I know it, he had me in the back seat
of his truck fucking me like a madman. Then we continued at his apartment for most
of the night.

I never really looked back. It sounds like a cliché, but I started getting it from
my tennis instructor, my personal trainer, and an assortment of gardeners, plumbers,
and some very lucky delivery boys. Eve was doing the same; it was so easy in our
neighborhood.

Once at a Christmas party I was dancing with one of Howard’s partners. He had been
drinking and put his hands on my ass and told me he always wanted me. I played the
game and told him I could never; I had just been drinking and flirting. He was just
about humping me by the end of the dance and I was turned on. I playfully slapped
him and asked him to show me the house. He just about yanked my arm off getting me
away from the dancers and down a dark hall. As soon as he closed the door to his
office, he was all over me. I moaned that it was not right, and he should not take
advantage of me because I was drinking. He wasn’t buying it and soon I was naked
from the waist down and he was licking me till I came while pulling his hair. He
climbed on me and I begged him to stop. When his cock went in me, I stopped
pretending to resist and started begging for it and cumming all over his cock. He
was a real stud. I let him fuck me him pretty often after that because he knew ho!
w to give a woman what she needs.

*****

Sorry if this getting long and kinda off the point, but you need to know who I am
for the rest of this to make sense. Don’t get the wrong idea; I was running around,
but I was still a good wife to Howard who was getting all the sex HE wanted and a
very good Mommy to John who was turning from a cute little boy into a handsome young
man. He was the kind of kid everyone took to and after puberty, a boy that girls
went crazy over. Who could blame them; my son is a hunk. He joined the football
team and started working out at 15. At 18 he is a lean and muscular 6'1'' and
the captain of the team. It’s kind of hard for a mother to accept, but it was
obvious that he was fucking all the cheerleaders and any other girl he wants. I just
wanted to scratch their eyes out.

Still, it was Eve, as usual, that started the ball rolling in a new direction. It
was getting late one afternoon and we’d spent a wonderful hour or so in bed. I was
“complaining” (half bragging, really) about my son’s prowess with girls when Eve
brought me up short. “It’s not just girls, you know,” she smiled mysteriously.

“What?”

“You know Edwina Hart?”

“Sure, she’s John’s AP math teacher … No!”

Eve flashed one of her sexiest, grins. “Yes. Seems her husband came home early one
day and found his forty-year old wife years with her legs wrapped around your son’s
back, humping him and crying and begging him to keep fucking her. He was so
intimidated by John he just stood and watched.”

“But … she … She’s …”

“Pregnant. And diamonds to donuts she didn’t get that sexy bulge from her husband.
I’d heard they couldn't have children because he’s sterile.”

I was stunned.

“Pretty sexy, huh? Edwina Hart, a married woman and a respectable school teacher so
in lust with one of her students – your son – she lets him knock her up!”

I must have been gaping because Eve laughed and continued. “I wonder how it
started.” She paused and got this far-away smile. “I guess she’d hit that age --
like you and me -- where she just needed more sex than hubby could give her,
especially the wimp she’s married to.”

Eve’s face was prettily evil as she spun out her fantasy. “Week after week she’d
see him in class, unable to keep her eyes off his crotch, getting a little wet,
wondering what it would be like. At some point John would have noticed and it
became their secret game. She started wearing sexier clothes and let him peek up
her skirt on days when she went without panties. He would adjust his package and
grin at her. In the afternoons, she would rush home wet and masturbate, thinking
about him.”

“I wonder if she made the first move or did he?” Eve mused. “It doesn’t matter. It
was during an after school conference. One minute they were talking about
functional forms and the next her tongue was down his throat. Like the cocksman he
is, he was feeling her breasts and driving her crazy. After bringing her to one
orgasm on his fingers, she didn’t resist when he pulled down her panties and took
her on the desk, having to hold his hand over her mouth to keep her cries from
giving them away."

"She probably felt guilty and fucked her husband that night for all she was worth,
but all she could think about was your son and his big cock, ramming in her,
stretching her, filling her .... Oh my God! She had been so excited she didn’t
think to make him use a condom. What if he had …!”

“That did it! The thought of her belly swelling with the baby of a well-hung
high-school boy sent her over the edge. She came hard, screaming like a banshee,
climaxing like never before with her husband. Her pussy clamped down on his
inferior prick and he squirted in a bit of watery sperm that she couldn’t even feel.
She lied to him that he had excited her, but when he rolled off of her and was
snoring, she cried herself to sleep."

"She told herself it wouldn’t happen again, but five minutes after the next time
John came to her after school, she was on her back on the same desk, her panties
around her ankles and her skirt rucked up around her waist and John’s bare cock deep
in her spasming pussy. Realizing then that she couldn’t live without his cock, she
started asking John over to her house to fuck her senseless as often as she could
get him there.”

“Eve, stop!” I gasped. My heart was pounding.

“Why?” she asked, playing dumb. “Does thinking about how John fucked his math
teacher turn you on?”

“Eve, please!”

“Fucked her with his big cock until she needed it so bad she let him make her
pregnant!”

“Eve!” I whined.

“Is that what you’re thinking about Terri? Thinking about getting John’s hard young
cock in you and letting your son shoot you full of his potent baby juice?” She
didn’t give me the chance to lie and deny it. Her hand found my burning pussy.
“This pussy says you are,” she laughed. “You’re swamp down there, girl! Well, it’s
not going to happen today, so better let me help calm you down before you go home.”

*****

That was the start of where I am now. To say I looked at John differently after Eve
told me how my son had made is math teacher pregnant would be an understatement.
Instead of my little boy, even my big handsome young man, I now saw a stud. And I
reacted as I react to studs: being around him made me horny as hell and a little
crazy. For example, we had a big snow storm here not long after that afternoon with
Eve. Schools were closed so John was around the house. I spent the day walking
around in a lavender tank top (no bra) that was tight as my skin. The cold made my
nipples hard. On my hips I wore just a green micro mini and a matching green thong.
It made John crazy, like I hoped. We watched a couple of movies under a blanket. I
threw my legs over his lap. I could feel his cock as I moved them from time to time.
I know he got several views. But I didn’t want to go too far, too fast. I was
trying to play it cool at least till his father would be gone for a week.

Eve was bubbling with excitement when I told her about my hot “snow day” with John.
“I’ll bet he’s jacked off thinking about that green thong and the wet Mommy pussy
under it every nigh he’s not out making some other MILF pregnant,” she laughed.
“Think about him running his lotion-slick hand up and down his cock, his eyes closed
and moaning, ‘Oh, Mom, Mom, you’re fucking me so good. Mom, you’re making me come
in you … Agggg.’ And a milk carton of thick white sperm shoots out of his pee-hole,
thick white sperm you wish were shooting into your hot Mommy pussy!”

“Eve! Don’t say that. I was just having some fun with him. I’m not going to FUCK
him.”

“Yes you are. You’re seducing him, making him crazy with lust for you. When you
move in, he’ll be helpless and Mommy will get what she wants: her son’s hard thick
cock in her.”

“No, Eve. You’re wrong.”

“I’m right. You’re gonna fuck him and I know why.”

“Because I’m an oversexed housewife?” I grinned.

“Well, yeah, that, too,” she laughed. “But mainly you’re gonna fuck him so he’ll
get you pregnant.”

“No!!! I could never do that.”

“Sure you could. Howard would just think he’d gotten lucky again after all these
years. And the old biological clock is ticking. You know you want babies. And
John is the smartest, studliest man you know. It wouldn’t take him long to put a
beautiful, strong, bright baby in your tummy. And you’d be super sexy pregnant,
your belly getting big and tight, those beautiful breasts filling up with milk.
You’d be so horny Howard, John and I together couldn’t keep you satisfied,” she
laughed again.

Her obscene words had me hotter than a branding iron and without realizing it, I
hand my hand down my waistband fingering myself. “Hey, that’s my job,” Even said
diving between my legs. I didn’t argue with her anymore that day.

******

I still was not sure what I was going to do, but I knew I had a serious case of the
hots for my son. Several days later Howard, John, and I went to Boston to look at
colleges even though he is only a junior. (He’s a year older than most kids in his
class because when he was 5, I couldn’t bear letting him go to kindergarten, so I
kept him back a year.) We decided to stay over Thursday night and when we got back
to the hotel, I wanted to change. I had worn borderline slut clothes incase I
needed to seduce an admissions officer, but I found most were women and from the way
they looked at Jon, I knew he’d be admitted anywhere he wanted. I was very horny
from seeing those young guys on campus and decided to go for a dip. My husband had
no interest so it was just John and me.

It was nearly dark and the large indoor pool area was deserted. John looked so very
hot in his baggy trunks and sculpted body. It wasn’t hard to see the bulge I’d been
wet for. I had on a small black string bikini. I got in the hot tube while John
went for a swim. I got so turned on watching him I started playing with myself. I
was so into myself I didn’t notice when he approached until almost too late. Did he
see his mother playing with her pussy? Could he have guessed why?

John got into the hot tub with me before I could get any release. We talked about
the school and him leaving. I told Him how much I would miss him and how I felt old.

“You’re not old, Mom.”

“I sure feel that way when I see your girlfriends. I’m jealous of their hot young
bodies.”

“Mom you have nothing to be jealous of. They can't hold a candle to you.”

“That’s sweet, honey?”

“No, it is true. Guys stare at you wherever we go. All my friends have the hots
for you.”

“Well that is so nice of you to say, but you father has no interest in me and I
guess my self-confidence has suffered.”

“Well he must be crazy. If you weren't my mom you would be in trouble.

“If only you weren't my son,” I said and leaned in to give him a peak on the cheek.
“You are so sweet.”

I placed my hand on his chest lifted my leg across his lap. I could feel he was hard
as a rock. I smiled. “Did I do that to you?”

He turned red. “Yes, mom you look great in that …” His voice trailed off as he
looked at my breasts.

“I'm sorry baby, I said. “I didn’t mean to tease you.”

“I’m not sorry, Mom. I wish you’d dress like that more often.”

“Maybe I would if you always reacted like that,” I giggled. I rubbed my leg back
and forth. “I guess I can't leave you like this. If you promise not to tell I can
help you with that,” I said, nibbling his ear.

I slid my hand down over his cock and started rubbing him. He just moaned. “I’m
sorry I can’t do more but I am you mother,” I whispered and slid my hand in his
trunks, and started playing with his head and worked up to jerking him off, slowly
at first, then faster and faster while sucking on his neck and ears. “You are so
sexy, baby. So much bigger than your dad. I wish I could have you!”

That was enough. He came violently, squirting an incredible quantity of cum in the
water. I shuddered, thinking what that much potent young sperm could do in my
fertile pussy. I stroked him slowly till he came down to earth and kissed him like
a lover. “We’d better get back honey. We don’t what your dad to get suspicious.

As we walked back hand in hand, I was thinking: Howard will be going away in two
weeks! Was Eve right? Would I have the nerve to seduce my son? Would I be able to
wait that long?

Saturday, the first morning we were back, John came down stairs while I was making
breakfast. He put his arms around me and grabbed my breast. He was kneading them
and pinching my nipples as he ground his big cock against my ass. I hand on a short
silk nightie with spaghetti straps. I pushed back against him a moaned. He was
kissing my neck. I couldn’t let this get out of hands. “We have to stop, baby,” I
groaned but he ignored me. “John, baby we can't … your father will be down,” I
gasped, unable to pull myself away form him. He stopped only when we heard Howard’s
foot steps. I was wet and shaking as we sat at breakfast, Howard slightly puzzled
at John’s big shit-eating grin.

The rest of the weekend John kept trying to get me alone, but I didn't let him. My
plan was to play hard to get and make him insane with lust till his dad goes away.
That night I got Howard to fuck me and made sure John could hear me. Thinking about
him, I went crazy, begging to be fucked harder for him to “put that big prick in me
lover and make me come.” I was loud, mainly imagining it was John’s cock in me and
thinking about him hearing me, but I did enjoy it. You know what the say, even bad
sex is still better than anything else. Hubby kept asking what got into me but he
really liked it.

This was making me crazy also. Any time the three of us were together I was touching
my husband but smiling at John or blowing him kisses or licking my lips when his
father wasn’t looking. If I walked by him, I rubbed up against him.

By Sunday afternoon I was so horny I had to go over to Eve's house to get relief.
I almost attacked her when she opened the door. “Are you alone?” I gasped, turning
that pixy face up to mine and kissing her as I drew her slim, curvy body to me.

“John have you worked up, again?” she managed to laugh.

“Feel me,” I said and pushed her hand into my soupy snatch.

“Ummm, you are in a bad way, honey. Mamma Eve knows just what you need.”
Gratefully I let her lead me to the bedroom and undress me – she looked like she was
dressed for solo fun when I came. Gleefully she produced a double headed dildo and
soon we were up grinding our lips together with it in us, coming and moaning.

Monday after Howard left for work I was walking around in a towel when John came in
my room and started feeling me up. He got his hand under my towel and started
rubbing my pussy. I almost melted under his touch. “No, John! This is wrong.” I
was genuinely afraid he would do me right then and I don’t think I could have
stopped him. Fortunately, the door bell rang. It was Eve coming over early for
shopping as we had planned. John had to sulk away.

“Let’s get Mommy some sexy boy-corrupting clothes so her poor innocent son won’t be
able to resist her,” Eve giggled in the car. “You want John to be like a
sexed-crazed animal when he gets you, right?”

The next few days were just as crazy. Like one afternoon John came up and gave me a
hug, making sure I could feel his iron-hard prick. “Please, Mom, I’m so horny. Can
you get me off?”

I hesitated. “Like this?” I asked, stroking him through his pants and giving him a
hot kiss. He groaned and looked so helpless. “OK, but this is the last time. We
can’t keep doing this.” I pushed him back in a chair and undid his pants and ran my
hand up and down his lovely cock a few times. “Wait here, baby. I’ve got an idea.”
I removed my shirt and bra and got some lotion. Kneeling in front of him, I
squeezed his cock between my breasts and stared in slow motion to titty fuck him.
He moaned and tried to grab me. “No touching. I'm your mother.”

Soon he was humping begging for release. I just keep asking, “Do you like Mama's
tits? Do you like to fuck Mama’s tits, baby? Do you want to come on Mama’s big
soft titties? Do it, baby! Come for Mama.” (I like to talk dirty.)

That was enough; he exploded, all over my tits and chin. Quickly, I scooped up as
much as I could up and licked it off my fingers. “If you weren't my son, I would
clean you off too,” I whispered. He threw his head back and groaned in frustration.
I walked away, smiling to myself.

He never got soft.

*****

I don’t know what I thought would happen, but it wasn’t what did. I was over at
Eve’s and as usual she was on my case about letting John fuck me and knock me up.
As usual I was holding her off. “Even if I did let him, I wouldn’t let him make me
pregnant.”

“So you admit you are planning to let him fuck you”

“I said no such thing, just that I wouldn’t get pregnant if I did.”

“And how would you avoid it? John doesn’t look like a man to use a condom if he can
get away with not doing it. And grown women seems to find him very persuasive,” she
laughed. “Do you think you would even want him to pull out?”

“My pretty little butterfly has severed me well for 17 years’ she would keep even
John’s baby juice from knocking me up,” I assured her.

“But you say he has a huge cock, what if he fucks your little friend out?”

“Oh, she’s hung in there for some pretty hard rides,” I joked.

“Too bad,” she purred and started kissing her way down my belly. “This would be so
sexy stretched tight with John’s baby.”

I was almost ready to go when Howard called me on my cell and told me he was home
packing, flying to Chicago for a meeting on Saturday. Eve perked up and said let’s
go out for drinks and dancing at one of our favorite high-class dives, “But not yet,
Baby. Her fingers and lips found my clit and we didn’t talk much for a while.

I was groggy with sex when I left for home to dress, putting on a short brown knit
dress very tight and very low cut with thin straps. I had on 5" black heels a gold
ankle bracelet, a few gold and diamond bracelets, and a choker.

When Eve picked me up about 6:30, she was wearing a red satin dress with a strap
that went over one shoulder and left the other bare. Very short and tight. We call
it her “classy slut” dress. She doesn’t even own a pair of heels under 4" and
loves thigh-highs. Of course she leaves her panties at home when she’s on the
prowl– as do I. At the disco, Eve quickly found a guy about our age, quite
handsome, while I did some bumping and grinding with several young guys. Rather
than release, it just got me hot. We let the men buy us a few too many and Eve said
she couldn’t drive. “Call John to take us home,” she suggested.

We were hanging onto John and laughing like streetwalkers as we wobled to the car,
leaving behind several sullen, horny guys. I rubbed up against John like a bitch in
heat, touching his arm and chest as he drove. I slid my and down to his cock. He was
so hard. “Did you ever think my little Johnny would grow so big and strong,” I
bragged to Eve.

“No, Baby. He’s a real stud.”

I continued to stroke him, feeing his delicious hardness. Finally, I took him out.
“Look what I’ve done to my little boy,” I told Eve. “When he gets like this I have
to help him with his tension.”

“You’d better. He looks real tense to me.” She leered from the back seat

“Well if you think I should,” I said, as I lowered my head to him lap and licked his
head and member. I took him in my mouth while stroking him.

Eve was nibbling at his ear. “You’ve got a real hot Mommy, John; she loves to suck
stud cock. You should return the favor by eating her horny pussy. She’s soooo
sweet and she loves to be eaten. And when you do, who knows what else you can do.”
I could only groan with his prick down my throat.

We didn’t make it home before he had to pull over and stopped. I felt him expand
and he came so hard and so much some dripped down him balls which I sucked off.
“Get her home before she changes her mind about letting you go down on her,” Eve
whispered in his ear, cuddling with me in the front seat now.

“But only if you promise not to try anything,” I added weakly.

“Don’t count on it,” Eve whispered and she kissed me, telling me how good John
tasted on my mouth. Eve slipped her finger in me and kept me on the edge of orgasm
the rest of the way home and I was boiling with lust when we arrived. She led the
way to the bedroom and together they undressed me. They lifted my short dress over
my head. John was kissing me while Eve kissed my neck and someone undid my bra. They
each had on a nipple in their mouths. I was groaning and holding their heads to my
breasts. I fell back on the bed and Eve keep sucking on me while she told John get
undressed and lick me. In a trance I watched him step out of his clothes, slowly
revealing his gorgeous body.

“You never told me how big he is,” Eve hissed enviously. I felt John remove my
thong over my heels. Eve continued to kiss and fondle my tits as John started
kissing my inner thighs. “Eat me, Baby. Oh yeah, Oh, Baby!” I moaned in lust,
pulling his hair. When his tongue finally swept over my lips, it sent chills up my
spine. I nearly came. Eve was worked my ears, neck and breasts. John was attacking
me with long soft stokes, then frenching me. I was pulling his hair. “My pussy,
Baby, Mama’s pussy!” I begged. He hit my clit and after a few flicks I was cumming
with my son’s tongue deep inside his mother’s pussy.

I was too orgasmed out to realize exactly what was happening to me, but I heard Eve
talking to John. “She’s out of it, John. Fuck her!”

“No baby we can't,” I moaned, still coming down.

“This is your chance John. Do her,” Eve almost ordered. I protested as he
complied, lifting my legs.

“Don’t you want it?” Eve taunted.

“Yes, but, but we can’t!”

“Oh, but you can!” Eve growled and grabbed John's cock. “Here!” she ordered and
pulled him to me, guiding his head to my lips. She rubbed it against my opening, and
just keep asking, “You want it, Baby?”

“But it’s wrong!”

“Wrong, but sooo sexy! You want it, don’t you? Open up for him, Baby. That’s it!
More!”

I could feel the delicious pressure of John’s cock pushing against my opening as Eve
rubbed him against my wetness. “You want it, Terri. You need it. Let him in!”

“Yes, please, yes!” I couldn’t deny it; all I’d wanted for weeks was John’s cock in
me. I was soaked. “Fuck me, Baby! Fuck Mama!”

He needed no more encouragement and slid in slow but steady till I felt his ball
against my ass. He pulled out except for the head and slid it back in slowly he keep
this up over and over till I was clawing his back with my legs wrapped around him
and screaming for him to fuck me, fuck mama harder!

He steadily picked up the pace till he was like an out of control animal driven by
pure lust. “I’ve always wanted you and this pussy, Mom. So wet and tight,” he
groaned.

Eve was whispering in my ear. “You got what you wanted you little boy fucking you.”
John was now kissing me and driving his big cock in me. I was so full. “And now
you’re going to get your baby!”

“Noooo!” I wailed but Eve ignored me.

“She’s fertile, John. You can knock her up. See how she’s fucking you. See how
she’s cumming. She wants a baby John. Give her your baby!”

“Tell him you want it,Terri,” she cooed to me. Tell him to fuck you and come in
you. Tell him you want to be pregnant with his baby. ”

Eve’s crazy words and John’s pounding cock had me out of my mind. “John baby I want
you! Cum in Mommy’s pussy, Baby. Give me your baby, Baby.

John drove into me and froze. I felt him expand, and then shudder, and, groaning
like a wounded animal, flood me like no man ever had. I shrieked in ecstasy as well
and came all over him. He collapsed on me. I just kissed him neck and touched his
sweat covered body. “Thank you, Baby. I love you,” I whispered as I drifted off,
his cock still only half soft plugging my pussy.

John woke me up twice more that night to make love to me – who am I kidding – to
fuck the daylights out of me, the first time with my heels to the ceiling and the
second time doggy style. I sucked him clean each time. The next morning when he
awoke, his mother was riding his big thick cock mouthing obscenities. He joined me
in the shower and did me twice more that day before his father showed up that night.
The last time I noticed he seemed to be treating me quite gently. “Come on, stud;
give it to me. Or is this old woman wearing you out?” I teased.

“I don’t like it when you say you’re old,” he said seriously. “I’m not tired; I
decided to be careful.”

“Careful? About what?”

“Well, you know. What Eve said last night, about you having my baby.”

“Oh, John,” I laughed. “That was just Eve’s little fantasy. I guess she got me
going, but we didn’t make a baby. I’m fertile, but protected. I’ve had an IUD for
years. Why do you think you don’t have a houseful of brothers and sisters?”

“Oh,” he said, obviously disappointed. “Sure, I understand.”

I wondered if I did. Did my son really want to get his mother pregnant? I juiced a
bit at the thought. Oh well, I could put that new wetness to good use. “Hush baby
and fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

*****

Howard’s return made is difficult for John to fuck me as often as he and I wanted
him to, but I still got it a couple of times Saturday and Sunday – just from John.
Somehow it didn’t seem right to let Howard fuck me just then. It was like I was on
my honeymoon with John and I wanted only him. Monday while John was at school, I
cooled off enough to know we couldn’t keep doing this. It was dangerous, crazy, I
explained when he got home from school. He just smiled. Even as I was explaining,
he had his hand in my pussy. “If you don’t want to get fucked, Mom, why aren’t you
wearing panties and why are you so wet?” He rather clinched his argument by taking
me on the dining table, another screaming, heels-in-the-air, mommy fuck.

What was totally impossible was getting together with Eve to talk everything over.
John would hardly leave me alone and eventually I started having to fuck Howard,
too, to keep him from getting suspicious. I was worried, but God, the sex was
great. Finally, almost a week later, we finally got together. She hadn’t been
getting as much sex as I had and insisted on making love first before talking. Then
I told her everything. Not being able to stop, not wanting Howard. “The strangest
part is that John actually seemed disappointed when I told him you were only teasing
us about him making me pregnant.”

"Who says I was teasing?” she grinned.

“OK, so ‘you’ think it would be funny if ‘I’ got knocked up. But it’s not going to
happen. I’ve got my butterfly,” I smiled.

“You mean, this?” She pulled out a small familiar object and dangled it in my face.

“What? What is that? Where did you get that?

Eve just smiled as I sputtered to a halt. “You know exactly what it is honey, your
precious butterfly. And I think you can figure out where I found it, in that sweet
juicy and now probably pregnant pussy.”

“How could you!”

“Easy, girl. When I heard Howard was going out of town last weekend, I knew that
was my chance. You got one of my best tonguings and came so hard you didn’t know
when I reached in and pulled your little friend out.”

“You and John had this planned.”

“No, but I knew I could count on John to behave like a horny male when he saw a
pretty sexy woman drunk and available. But you did most of the job of getting
yourself pregnant – by John, just as I was sure you would”

“’I’?” I gasped. “I didn’t do anything, well except let John fuck me.”

“I believe a tied and true way to get pregnant is for a fertile woman to get with
the most virile male she can find and fuck him and only him. And if you came like a
bitch in heat, well, it’s because you were. Your little reptile brain has been
trying for years to get mommy pregnant again. I just helped.”

I was sobbing. “But I’m afraid? What’s to happen to me?”

“Your pants are going to get tight, and your tummy is going to get big, and your
tits are going to swell and it’s going to be OK. You are a healthy horny, sexy
woman and Howard will be overjoyed to think he knocked you up again at last. And
you’ve got me. We’re in this together.”

“Easy for you to say, but I’m the one who’s pregnant.”

“So am I!”

“You let Frank …?”

“No, not Frank, not this time, at least.” She said with her most self satisfied
giggle. “Who is the smartest, hunkiest, sexiest man I know?”

“How should I … NO!”

“Yes. When Edwina told me how John had turned the tables on her and made her
pregnant and how sexy she felt to be carrying his child, I got so hot I knew I had
to have him too. About two months ago I threw away my pills and had him come over
to help me “move some things” and let him seduce me; he suspected what I wanted.
When I whispered to him that I was fertile, he nearly broke it off in me! When I
knew he had knocked me up. I hatched the idea of getting him to make you pregnant,
too so you couldn’t be mad at me.”

“Like Hell I can’t!”

“Come on, Terri. You’re going to be a mother of a baby fathered by prime stud and
your husband will never know. You’ve got it made. And with the right man, pregnant
sex is even better than regular sex.”

“I should choke you.”

“But you’re not going to be able to, if I eat that pretty pregnant pussy ‘til you
scream.”

*********

Well there we were, Edwina, Eve and I, three grown women who “should know better”
all with swelling tummies because a high-school boy, my son, was so sexy we opened
our legs and wrapped them around his muscular back as he filled our hungry pussies
full of his hot, thick, baby-making cum.
As when pregnant with John, so when pregnant by him, my normal lusty enjoyment of
sex turned into a gnawing urge, to the exhausted pleasure of the men in my life.
Howard was surprised and pleased when I started demanding more regular sex and my
orgasms as I fucked him were not faked: I was thinking about how his son had so
recently had his prick where Howard’s was now and had already given me the baby that
I was begging him to give me. More than one repairman and delivery boy left my
house tiered but happy to have found a sexy housewife hot for a roll. And of course
John couldn’t reenact often enough the way he “got Mom prggers.”

Things turned out as you might expect. I missed my period and a beaming Fred
congratulated Howard on getting me pregnant, too. Eve and I let them think what
they liked. Edwina had her twins and Eve and I had our suspicions about the rash of
high school teacher getting pregnant. Even the attitude of John’s Aunt Caitlin
improved noticeably after she turned up unexpectedly pregnant not long after a
visit. Eve had a blond little boy and I had a darling little girl that looked “just
like Howard,” so his family thought. By the time John went off to college, Edwina,
Eve and I and several of his teachers were all nursing the second round of
“unexpected” babies.