Making Babies Ch. 01

I'm John and my wife is Lynn. We've been happily married for 32 years and we have three children. We have a nice life in North Florida and we are accustomed to the comfort of our large home, taking a nice vacation every year, going to nice restaurants several times a week, and doing things for our children to help them when the need arises. The oldest child, John Jr., is 29 years old and he recently finished his Ph.D. in clinical psychology at a top-tier university. He works for a VA hospital in Tennessee. The middle child is Bonnie. She's 26, she got a bachelor's degree in chemical engineering, and she works for a big manufacturer in Texas.

The youngest is Brian and he was the problem child. Brian is 22 and he got messed up with drugs when he was a teen. He finally got straightened out but he messed up his high school grades so bad that he didn't even want to think about going to college. The biggest reason he got off of drugs is Jen. Brian met Jen while he was in high school. It must have been one of those rare occasions when he actually attended and wasn't too high to remember who he was.

Jen was not into drugs and I guess she saw some potential in Brian because she stuck with him through rehab, a relapse, and finally getting straight four years ago. When he had been straight for a year, they came to us and told us that they wanted to get married . . . but there was a problem. Brian was working in a distribution center for a major retailer and he made decent money for a high school graduate but certainly not enough that they could buy a house any time soon. Jen was in college and she only had a part-time job and her contribution didn't really add much to the financial picture. They could move into an apartment but then they wouldn't be able to save any money towards the purchase of a home.

Brian and Jen asked if they could live in our house after they got married, until Jen had finished college and they had saved enough to get their own home. Brian was still living at home, Jen was a delightful girl, and we had enough room to accomodate them. Lynn had never stopped worrying about Brian backsliding into drugs so she was happy to have Brian close at hand and under her watchful eye.

We readily agreed and everyone was happy.

* * *

We told them that Jen could move in whenever they were ready and there was no need to wait until they were married, unless they wanted to wait. Both of them were thrilled to hear that announcement and Jen moved in the following weekend.

We had a few days of adjusting to having a new resident in our home. She was eager to fit in and be a good "roommate." She helped Lynn prepare meals and she helped with cleaning around the house.

One night, about a week after Jen moved in, Lynn and I were up late watching a movie that didn't end until close to midnight. As soon as the movie was finished, we turned off the television, checked the doors, set the alarm, and headed for the bedroom.

In our house, the bedrooms are all accessed by a common hallway and the master bedroom is at the very end. This meant that we would walk past Brian's bedroom door, which was closed as it usually was at night.

As we got near, we could hear the muffled but unmistakable sounds of Brian and Jen having sex. Perhaps they thought that we had already gone to bed - or they thought they weren't being very loud, or maybe they simply didn't care whether we heard them - because neither of them had dampened their enthusiasm or their lust. "Eat me, Brian!" Jen demanded. "Oh, yeah, just like that! Oh fuck me! I'm gonna cum!"

I looked at Lynn and got a grin on my face. She have me a pretend scowl and pointed to our bedroom door, indicating that I should not loiter for the sake of eavesdropping on our son and future daughter-in-law. I suspected that, listening to the lustful sounds of our young couple, she had gotten turned on as much as I had but she didn't want to admit it.

When we got in the bedroom, I closed the door and said, "Damn, sounds like they were having fun!"

"Well what do you expect? They're young and in love. But you should be giving them some privacy!" she replied.

"I should give them so privacy? I didn't have my ear pressed to the door, did I? And you listened just as much as I did! Well, at least I get the idea that Brian knows exacty what to do to please her, so I guess he inherited that from his dear old dad," I bragged.

"I'll admit that you know how to play my fiddle," Lynn conceded, "and I'm guessing that little bit of titillation has you horny . . . not that it takes much, does it?"

I had began undressing and was down to my boxers and tee shirt. "I guess you know how to read sign language!" I answered as I looked down at the tent in my underwear.

"Okay!" Lynn announced. "You know I never say no."

That was a true statement. Lynn was one of those rare women who almost never said "no" when her man was horny; in my case, that was about 4 times per week, sometimes more. After 32 years, she was obviously "a keeper," but not just because of her willingness to please me. Lynn was still cute in a youthful way but not beautiful or exotic. She looked like an older version of Kate Hudson. She was petite and trim. Her boobs were 34A but still "perky" and, on occasion, she could orgasm just from having her nipples sucked. She also had a cute little behind and she loved to have it fondled and worshipped.

"Tell you what," she began. "You pull down my panties and lick me till I cum and I'll roll over and let you have your way with my ass. It's been awhile since we did anal and you've been a good boy lately, so . . .."

"And you love it when I fuck that cute little ass of yours, don't you?" I asked with a smirk.

She quickly stripped down to just her panties but she left those on. Lynn always loved for me to pull down her panties.

I stood behind her and reached around to grab her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. "You're so sexy I wanna cum just looking at you, but I've got other plans for tonight," I stated.

"Like what?" she inquired in a seductive voice.

"Like putting my dick between your cheeks and pushing in until you've taken it all in your ass. Then I'm gonna pump it until I cum in your cute little heiny and I hear you cum from your ass fucking!"

"Mmmm," she quietly moaned.

I lowered my right hand and dipped beneath the elastic of her panties until I had found her hard clit. Lynn was already wet and I knew she was getting more aroused as soon as I started rubbing her nubbin. "I love your fingers!" she whispered to me.

I lowered my left hand and entered her panties on the back side. I slid my middle finger down her ass crack until I felt the pink pucker that was wanting to get fucked.

"You're such a naughty boy, John! You know I love that . . . but you're not getting in my ass until you make me cum with your tongue, so pull down my panties and eat me!"

I sat Lynn on the side of the bed and pushed her back so that she was laying across the bed with her ass at the edge of the mattress. I knelt down on the floor and placed her feet on my shoulders. This position gave me a comfortable and unobstructed access to her pussy and it also allowed me to see her asshole. As soon as I started licking little circles around her clit, she started moaning. "Oh yeah, just like that!" she said, mimicking the words we had heard emanating from Brian's bedroom a few minutes earlier.

Within a minute, I could tell that she was ready to explode. I had a bottle of KY at my side, already opened, and I applied a bit to my right index finger while I continued my ministration upon her snatch. When she was almost at the point of no return, I put the tip of my index finger on her little rosebud and applied a gentle pressure. My finger penetrated her forbidden hole and I stopped pushing when my first knuckle had just started to disappear. I then applied a gentle pressure sideways as I sucked her clit between my lips and licked and sucked at the same time.

"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. I felt her shifting her weight to her feet and then her ass rose up as her torso arched upwards. Then, she pushed towards me so that her ass was fucking my finger. "Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me!" she uttered as she was caught up in her orgasm. Fortunately, there was a guest room between the master bedroom and Brian's bedroom, so I was sure that our connubial bliss was not being monitored.

"I know what I promised you but give me a moment to catch my breath," Lynn requested as her torso sank back into the mattress.

"Okay, but turn around in bed so I can get up there and snuggle with you," I told her. After a few seconds, she responded somewhat sluggishly but she did manage to get turned around in the bed so that her head was lying on a pillow and she was lying on her left side.

I pulled my boxers off, set the KY where I would be able to reach it, and got in bed behind her. I snuggled with her in the spoon position and my stiff dick worked its way between her two buns.

"I love what your tongue does to me," Lynn said. "That felt so damned good!"

"Well, I love what your mouth does to me when you lick on me, and I love what your pussy does to me when I get inside you, and I love the way your ass squeezes me and makes me explode when I fuck your ass!" I replied. "And right now . . . it's time for you to roll over onto your belly," I observed.

"I need you to fuck me good in my ass, John. I don't know why in the hell I love it so much and sometimes it makes me feel like a slut, you know, thinking about how much I like anal sex with you, but I can't explain it . . . and it doesn't matter, so fuck me good!"

She rolled over on her belly and reached back with her hands to pull her cheeks apart, revealing the object of my anal attraction, the tight hole which I longed to fuck. I got on top of Lynn and I kissed her shoulders, then I started moving towards the foot of the bed as I trailed kisses down her spine. When I got to the top of her ass crack, she said, "Don't worry, honey. I cleaned up about 15 minutes ago."

I ran my tongue down her crack until it connected with her anal orifice. I reached under her, found her clit, and started rubbing it while continuing to lick over the tiny ridges of her back door.

It didn't take long before Lynn was again getting aroused. Taking that as my cue, I sat up and straddled her ass. Reaching for the KY, I coated my dick in lube and then I poured a bit on her anus, then pushed the KY inside her with my finger.

"I'm ready, John. Just fuck my ass!"

I needed no further encouragement. I placed the tip of my dick against her pucker and pushed until the head of my dick popped past her sphincter and gained entrance into the dark interior of Lynn's ass.

"Oh!" she said as if it had caused some discomfort. "Go slow for a minute," she requested. Of course, I immediately complied.

I began pushing in slowly and kept going until I bottomed out, then I paused to allow her to accomodate and relax to the feeling of fullness in her ass. When I sensed that she was relaxing, I slowly began my back stroke, sliding ever so slowly back towards the entrance to her nasty hole. Of course, I didn't withdraw but again reversed direction and began pushing back in, just a little bit faster.

She arched up to make her breasts available and I began to fondle her nipples.

"You look like a teenaged girl with your small boobs and tight little ass. You're so tight it's like I'm fucking a virgin. It feels so damned good, I couldn't stop if you begged me, not until I cum inside your ass. You want me to cum in your ass, don't you?"

She knew that I wanted her to talk dirty to me; it was such a turn on . . . and she was always eager to get me going.

"My momma told me to never let anyone see my bum-bum and you're the only one who ever touched me back there. It feels so good when you fuck my little asshole and play with my little teen tits! I just need . . . mmmm . . . I just need for you to cum in my ass!"

That was the final straw. I felt my seed swelling up inside me and slowly moving towards the end of my dick. Suddenly, I erupted in spurts and began sraying the inside of her ass with my cum. I didn't stop thrusting until I had spurted my last drop, then I stopped with my dick buried to the hilt.

"Gawd, your ass feels SOOOO good!" I declared. "I'm so glad I get to sleep with your ass every night! And the rest of you, too."

"You're such a romantic," she teased me. After a minute or two of remaining close, I withdrew, fell down in the bed behind Lynn, and promptly fell asleep.

* * *

Brian and Jen got married about 8 months after Jen moved in with us. They had a honeymoon in Charleston and then returned to our home and settled into the life of newlyweds, to the extent that they could do so while living with us. A few weeks later, Lynn and I returned home one evening and caught sight of Brian and Jen, both naked and getting it on in the hot tub. Fortunately, they didn't see us so we backed out of the house, got in the car, drove a few blocks away, and called to let them know that we'd be home in a few minutes. After that night, Lynn and I ocasionally made a point of telling them that we would be gone for several hours and that we would probably call before we returned. This allowed them to know that "the coast was clear" and they could go skinnydipping in the pool or hot tub, without fear of being discovered, if they wanted to do so.

About 6 months after the wedding, Jen confided in Lynn that she had stopped using her birth control pills, with Brian's knowledge and agreement, of course. They were ready to take their chances with getting pregnant and felt that they were ready for a baby and that's what they hoped would happen. Personally, I thought it was irresponsible for them to try to have a baby when they could not even afford to take care of themselves. However, I also realized that, 100 years ago, it was common for several generations to live under one roof and it would have been quite acceptable to my great-great-grandfather for his son to still be living at home with a wife and baby. I'm and old fashioned guy in many ways and it really didn't bother me to have Brian and Jen living with us, so I accepted the news graciously.

Over the first year of their marriage, Brian and Jen got even more accustomed to each other and we got quite accustomed to having both of them at home. We became very relaxed and comfortable with each other. Brian would occasionally talk to me about his problems or concerns and ask for advice and I was quite flattered. Jen would also seek Lynn's counsel on matters concerning their marriage. Lynn was also flattered but she constantly encouraged Jen to seek advice from her own mother and to not neglect that relationship.

A few months before Jen was scheduled to graduate, she talked to Lynn about the fact that she and Brian had been having unprotected sex for over a year and she was still not pregnant. Lynn advised her that many couples require several years before they became pregnant and that she shouldn't be worried about that matter, because Jen had plenty of time to have babies.

When Jen brought the same subject up for discussion with Lynn about a month later, she suggested that Jen should have a checkup with her GYN just to make sure that everything was working properly.

After a few weeks, Jen had her appointment and told Lynn that the preliminary results showed no problems with Jen but the doctor had a few tests to run on Jen and also wanted to do a fertility test on Brian. Fortunately, Brian had insurance that paid for all of this because it was quite expensive.

After another month, the two of them revealed that the problem had been discovered. Brian had a very low fertility count. In fact, it was so low that the doctor said that they should not expect to ever get pregnant by the old fashioned method and they should consider artificial insemination.

The two of them were obviously sad for the next week and it was painful to watch them dealing with this setback. Lynn and I suggested that they take a long weekend and go stay at our condo in Flagler Beach. The weather had warmed up and it was a perfect time to go relax on the beach.

When they returned, they looked like they were feeling a little bit better. They said that they had made a decision and would discuss it with us later in the day.

"Dad, I feel awful about not being able to get Jen pregnant. You never had that problem so you can't imagine how it feels, but . . . it's like I'm not man enough to take care of her needs. I don't need any reassurance about how much of a man I am, but I'm telling you that's how it feels. I've failed her, so whatever I can do to help Jen get pregnant, I'm going to do."

Jen took over the discussion. "I want to have a baby that has Brian's genetics, that looks like Brian's child. If it's a boy, I want to name him Brian, Jr. and hear everyone say, 'Oh, yeah, that's Brian Junior!' Brian and I agreed; we don't want to use artificial insemination and have him look at the baby and think that it's some stranger's child. If Brian can't get me pregnant that the best candidate to be the biological father of our child is you."

"Me?" I asked. I had not been prepared for that announcement. "You want me to be the sperm donor?"

"Well, yes," Jen said, "but I don't just want you to be the sperm donor. Brian and I discussed this all weekend and we agreed that our child should be conceived naturally, just like most children are conceived, and I want to know that my child was conceived in a moment of passion and not while I was lying on a cold table in a doctor's office with strangers ogling my naked body."

Now I was shocked. I looked at Lynn and she had a blank stare on her face.

Brian resumed the talk. "What Jen is saying is that we want you to make love to Jen when she is at the peak of her fertility cycle. Obviously, all four of us must be okay with that idea for it to work and that's why we're talking now. Mom, it's a big thing to ask of you but I think you know that Dad having sex with Jen won't make him stop loving you. Dad, it's not cheating if we're all okay with the idea and, frankly, we're not asking you to do something that will feel bad physically. Jen's a great lover! It's a bit of a challenge for me to get okay with it but Jen and I have talked about it and we both trust you more than anyone else in the world. Jen trusts you and I trust that she loves me and having sex with you won't make her stop loving me."

"So, whenever Jen hits fer fertility peak, you want your dad to go in the bedroom and 'service' Jen like he's a stud horse?" Lynn asked.

"Well, we thought about that and we realize that might be awkward. Hearing Jen and Dad getting it on might be too much for you or me to handle, so they could go to the condo for the weekend and we wouldn't need to actually know what was happening, except that, hopefully, they would come back and a few weeks later, the pregnancy test would be positive." Brian had obviously thought about this quite a bit.

"Well, what if she doesn't get pregnant the first time?" Lynn asked.

"They just keep going to the condo on the weekends closest to Jen's fertility peak until she does get pregnant," Brian explained.

"Brian, you can't just give your wife to another guy! And you can't expect your mother to just sit there and agree for me to go have sex with some cute young girl while she stays at home and starts knitting baby booties!"

"Dad, I know it's a lot for both of you to digest and we don't expect you to agree right away. We just want you to think about it and, if it can't work, Jen and I will start working on something else. One of the alternatives is maybe we could take a trip to Tennessee and ask Johnnie."

"No!" Lynn immediately interjected. "Don't go asking your brother. He hasn't been married that long and I don't think his wife would cotton to that idea. You know how jealous she is!"