Her Son's Surrogate Pt. 01
How much does she love her son?
Carol was doing her best to stay out of her son's affairs, but it was difficult when she knew she could help, if only he would confide in her! She stared at her phone, thinking of her latest unsuccessful attempt to find out what the issue in his marriage was. He refused to say.
Knowing all she could do was hope it would work out, she went back to preparing her dinner for one. Ever since Andy had moved out to live with his wife, the house felt too empty. She knew she was compensating for the quiet by poking her nose in his business, but what else was she supposed to do?
It didn't help that in the last few months his visits had gotten less frequent, and she hadn't even seen his wife, Becca, since the wedding. The last she heard they were going to try to have a baby, and now she was frozen out.
It wasn't fair, really. She'd had a child, and could offer support and advice! And yet, every time she even tried to bring the subject up, she was shut down. If she pressed, he just said goodbye and hung up. She considered herself a strong, patient woman, but this was pushing her limits. If it continued much longer, she might have to play her ultimate card...and pay them a visit.
Once she had dinner ready, she took it to the TV room and sat and ate while watching a show. She used to eat at the kitchen table, but it got too lonely. The rest of the night was quiet, and she retired early to get up for work the next day. Her bed was cold and empty, a fact that had been distressing after her husband died, but seemed normal now. Curling up under the covers, she cocooned into a warm ball and went to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up sure of her next move regarding Andy. If he wouldn't confide in her, she would go to him. It was silly for them to just throw away her help! She sent him a text explaining her plans to go visit them that weekend. It was a funny way to think of a fifteen-minute drive, but the way they'd removed themselves from her life made the distance feel longer.
At work, she put her phone away, as usual, and didn't pull it from her drawer until the end of the day. She found 15 text messages and 3 voicemails waiting for her, all from Andy. Aha! She'd gotten his attention. Reading the messages quickly, all she saw were excuses.
'Becca's not up to it', 'Not a good time', 'We have plans.'
Listening to the voicemails, it was just more of the same. It was almost enough to make her give up. Almost. She called her son back, happy that he picked up right away.
"Son, I am coming to visit, nothing you say can change that," she said firmly.
"Mom, no. Look, I know you mean well, but it really won't help anything." He sounded frazzled.
"How am I supposed to know what will or will not help, if you won't tell me what it is? You know I can help."
"It's not about your help, Mom, it's just..." he trailed off, clearly upset.
"Just what?" she asked.
His voice was weary when he answered. "Just that things are tough right now. Becca is doing better, but she's getting some crazy ideas. If you come, she'll tell you, and it will ruin everything."
"I don't understand. Doing better with what? What crazy ideas?"
Silence, and then, "It's a whole thing, but the most important bit is we can't have children."
Carol's heart fell through her stomach, and she had to sit down quickly from the shock. "Oh, son, I am so sorry to hear that. I didn't know. I would never have pestered you so much if I knew. You should have told me."
"I...it's complicated, Mom. Look, she's desperate, and is willing to do anything for a baby. I'm getting worried."
"I don't want to push...but have you explored all the options? IVF? Adoption?"
Despair filled her son's voice. "Yes, we've looked. Adoption takes too long for her and IVF is too expensive."
"Honestly, Andy, why didn't you come to me?"
"I wanted to, but I just couldn't..."
Curiosity dug its claws into her brain. Carol had to take a beat, to calm herself, before asking, "Why not? What is going on? Talk to me, Andy!"
Anguish filled his voice. "She's got a crazy idea in her head, and is convinced it's the right way to go. I didn't want you to find out."
"Oh, come on. Can it really be that bad?"
"It's bad. Believe me, it's bad."
"Well, let me decide how bad it is..."
He sighed, deep and long. "I can't tell you on the phone. Can I come over? It'll be easier to explain, and then at least I can tell Becca I tried."
"Of course. I'm just leaving work now; I'll be home in 10."
"'Kay, see you in a bit."
"Okay." Carol hung up, head swimming with conjecture over what her daughter-in-law's crazy idea might be. She made the drive home in closer to 10 minutes due to worry for her son. He'd sounded so dejected, almost defeated. Whatever was going on, she would do her best to support and encourage him.
Once home, she put some water on for tea and waited for him to arrive. The water was just coming to a boil when she heard Andy's car pull in, so she poured the tea for them both and took the mugs to the kitchen table. When he walked in, he looked like a man walking to certain death, which made her melt with sympathy.
She rushed to give him a hug, reminded of how big and strong he was when he hugged her back. When she pulled away, she urged him to sit. "Tell me what's going on, surely it can't be that bad," she soothed.
"It is. Just, give me a minute. I'm not sure how to even say it." His usually cheerful face, with the sparkling blue eyes she loved so much, was drawn and tired.
"Why don't you start at the beginning. I won't say a word." Carol smiled encouragingly.
He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his short hair, the same shade as her own dirty blonde. He looked around at the house he was raised in as if seeing it with new eyes before taking another calming breath. "Okay, so I mentioned Becca can't have kids..."
Carol nodded, keeping her promise.
"She has a condition that makes it...hard to conceive. Have you heard of vaginismus?"
"Ummm, it's like, an inability to have penetrative sex?"
"Yeah, essentially. Her body tightens up when it comes time to do it, and there's no way I can...you know. We've tried, but it's just too painful for her. We went to a doctor, and she said it's not physical, it's probably psychological."
"Oh, no," Carol murmured.
"Yeah. Becca and I have talked a lot about it, if there's anything that might be...preventing her from being with me. She insists there's nothing, she's doing everything right. Whatever the cause, there's no way she can get pregnant the normal way."
Carol winced, feeling a wave of sympathy for her son. Questions filled her brain about their relationship, but she kept her mouth closed as promised.
"I suggested therapy, to see if there was a way to, you know, help her, but she refused. It's been tough on both of us, but I can see her pain when the topic of babies comes up. It means a lot to her to be a mom one day."
Carol nodded her understanding.
"It got to the point where she's exploring other options. Mom..." he sighed. "It's all so expensive."
Feeling like the end had finally come, and she could speak, Carol said, "So you need money? I don't have much, but I can try to help."
"No! God, no, if only it were that easy." Andy's expression turned sour.
"I can't imagine the stress on your marriage...to not be able to consummate...and now her pressing for a pregnancy that can't happen." Carol's curiosity welled, threatening to burst with a thousand questions. Top of them: Had they never had sex before getting married?
"Yeah. I really love her, and I'm trying my best, but her ideas...they're out there."
"Ideas?"
He nodded, running his hand through his hair and staring down at the table. "Lately she's been exploring the idea of a surrogate, and at first it made sense. We take some of her eggs, my you-know, and they put them together in a lab for another woman to carry to term."
Andy paused long enough for Carol to get antsy until he said, "Then we found out vaginismus often causes infertility, and the chances of it being successful are low...too low to pay for, if we even had the money."
"Ohhh, I'm sorry," Carol murmured.
"Yeah. When we found out, I braced myself for her to react badly...but she didn't. She just got this determined look on her face and brought up another option - our last, probably - to find a traditional surrogate. We use my stuff and another woman uses her eggs and carries the baby."
"That doesn't sound so crazy to me."
Andy seemed to lose the ability to look her in the eye.
"Is there more?" she asked.
"Yeah. Becca made me swear to get you to think about it before reacting. So, please keep an open mind when you hear the rest of it." He waited.
Carol nodded her head warily. Rest of it?
"Surrogacy is stupid expensive. Never mind the lab costs, surrogates themselves get paid a lot of money. The cheapest way is to find a friend, and not even involve a lab. Do it the natural way, and the friend gets pregnant."
It took Carol a few seconds to understand. "Becca wants you to have sex with another woman and get her pregnant?"
Andy nodded, clearly miserable, not even able to look in her direction. "We don't know anyone willing to do it." His voice got low and quiet. "She wanted to ask you, which is why I've been avoiding you." He trailed off as if he'd said something significant.
"Well, all my friends are older, but maybe there's someone at work..."
He interrupted her. "No, Mom. She wants you to be the surrogate."
Carol stared at her son, aghast, the proposed scenario spinning out in her mind. "That's...crazy!"
Andy's face said it all; he knew it was crazy. He laughed, sounding a bit manic. "You actually thought about it longer than I predicted you would. I told Becca it was a non-starter, but she insisted."
At the mention of her daughter-in-law, Carol took a mental step back and a deep breath. "Hang on...I'm reacting first...I said I'd think about it. I just...wow, that's a lot." She looked at Andy with concern. "I'm sorry you're going through this. It must be super stressful for you both."
Andy smiled wearily. "This is why I love you. Right after I tell you the nuttiest thing around, you're full of empathy and concern."
"Well...I had a friend struggle with fertility issues. It was hard. She was eventually successful but it took a lot of money, and it was the hardest thing she'd ever gone through. Becca must be suffering...I need something stronger than tea."
Getting up from the table, she went to the cupboard and took out a half full bottle of Sherry. Pouring herself a glass, she raised an eyebrow at Andy, who nodded. Another glass, another pour, and she was back at the table with their drinks. She took a healthy slug of the potent liqueur, pausing to feel the warmth trickle down to her stomach.
Away from the initial shock of the idea, she took a beat to at least consider it, as promised. So many questions surfaced, she felt overwhelmed almost right away. "I don't even know where to start thinking about this. Can I ask, why isn't she here asking?"
"In case you freak out. She thinks you'll go easier on me." he smiled grimly, but was serious.
"When you see her, tell her I sympathize with what she's going through, and I'm not judging her. She can come to me with anything."
Andy nodded. He took a swig of the Sherry.
"I'm surprised it even occurred to her. Inbreeding - because that's what this is - causes genetic defects! Why would she want some monster baby?"
"I asked the same thing. She insisted that the first time is very low risk. How she knows that, I have no idea, but I did some research and she's right: studies show the first generation of 'intergenerational reproduction' carries very little risk of abnormalities."
It took Carol a few minutes to wrap her head around that one. She sipped her Sherry a few times while thinking. Warring in her head was her desire to help her family and the ick she got from who the father would be. He was a handsome man, it was just...he was her son!
"How did she even get you to agree to ask me? Are you on board with this?"
"Not at first, no. Not by a long shot. It took weeks of persistent pestering and appealing to my own desire to have children...plus it would make her happy. I wouldn't say I'm 'on board'...more like reluctantly compliant." It was dryly said, but painted a colourful picture.
"How would it work? I can't even wrap my head around this. Mechanically, how would we do this? A turkey baster? I can't believe we're even talking about this." The alcohol was taking effect, warming her face and numbing her teeth. "Never mind. Forget I asked. Why don't you head home, this is all a lot to take in."
Andy nodded and stood up. His glass was empty. "Thanks for not freaking out, and I'm sorry for dropping this in your lap. Don't forget, I was trying to avoid all of this." He said it with a smirk.
Carol laughed. "That'll teach me to not poke my nose in. Seriously, though, Andy. I'm always here for you. Next time, don't keep me out of the loop."
He bent down to kiss her cheek before leaving her to her Sherry. Once it was done, she cleaned both glasses, put them away to dry, and went to change out of her work clothes.
In her room, she pulled her clothes off, revealing a body that was no longer young. Her D cups hung on her chest, her large nipples pointing closer to the floor than the ceiling. Her wide hips were more padded now, her thighs thicker, but she felt like her shape was still pleasing to a man. She ran her hand down her belly, no longer toned but not fat either. Her butt, never small, was spreading out. Curvy, not overweight. Voluptuous.
Musing, the mystified mom imagined a baby growing inside of her. Breasts filling with milk, nipples darkening in readiness for lactation. It was a strange vision, but not an unwelcome one. If only the father could be someone besides her son.
***
The next day was normal, workwise, but internally she was a mess. Carol flubbed up a couple of tasks, requiring rework and a gentle reprimand from Linda, her supervisor. She apologized profusely, before immediately screwing up another order.
Linda came to her desk, with a sympathetic expression. "Look, something's clearly bothering you. Take the day, get your head clear and come back fresh tomorrow, okay?"
Embarrassed and flustered, Carol nodded her agreement. With the state her mind was in, she shouldn't have even come in. She went home with a bottle of wine. It probably wasn't a good idea to get drunk, but she felt like it was a reasonable reaction given the situation. At home, she kicked off her shoes and poured herself a glass, taking the bottle with her to the living room.
It was supremely unfair that the only options open to the young couple were adoption or surrogacy, and both were out of their reach. Adoption was a harrowing, invasive, bureaucratic journey into their personal lives which had no guarantees, while surrogacy was damn expensive and required a generous woman. IVF was just as expensive. Carol racked her slightly wobbly brain, trying to think of an alternate solution, but came up with nothing that Andy hadn't already mentioned.
A second glass of wine soon joined the first.
Carol had promised to keep an open mind. One by one, she carefully examined the different aspects of the idea, trying to see if there was a path forward. Was she okay getting pregnant? Yes. Was she willing to risk her health in order to help her son and his wife? Yes. Was she okay joining her egg with Andy's sperm? Ick. This was tougher.
Even if Andy's research was correct, there was an innate sense of wrongness to the entire idea...how could she carry her son's baby? After some contemplation, she realized the issue was with it being Andy's. Actually being pregnant was fine. If she could get her brain to ignore how it came about...she might be able to come around. With some serious mental gymnastics, she was potentially okay with it, which was a weird revelation.
There were benefits to the whole thing. A path to happiness for her son and his wife. A grandchild (second child, aaaaagh). Her own sense of satisfaction at being able to help her son in such a substantial way.
They hadn't even discussed the mechanics of it, and how they would put egg and sperm together. There were details to iron out, but the end result was what they all wanted. Carol had been looking forward to grandchildren for years, and if she could help that come about, she would do it.
A bit tipsy, Carol went to call Andy. He picked up on the first ring. "Hello?"
"Hi, Andy. I gave it some thought, and I think you two should come over to talk."
"Oh, uh..ok. I'll let Becca know. When were you thinking?"
"Tonight is best."
"Alright." After some muffled talking, he came back to her, "We'll come over around 7, okay?"
"See you then." Carol hung up, anxious energy filling her. Getting pregnant again, at her age! Memories came back of the last time. The weight gain, the cravings, the hormone surges. There were good parts too: Feeling Andy kick in her tummy, singing to him...the extra surge to her libido. Don had had a hard time keeping up with her!
Feeling like she'd made a scary decision, Carol went to get something to eat, making a mental note to book a checkup with her doctor.
***
When it came time for Becca and Andy to arrive, Carol was sitting in her living room. She heard their car pull in, and stood to go meet them at the door.
Ushering the young couple in, it felt like it had been years since she'd last seen Becca. She was dressed in a knee length patterned skirt and blue blouse, her brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. It was a demure, girl-next-door look that Carol knew her son liked.
"Come in, sit down. Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" Carol offered.
Becca shocked her head, clearly nervous. All three sat down, two across from one.
Smiling gently, Carol said, "Andy told me your proposal. I'm flattered you would trust me to help you out like this. It's no small thing."
Becca nodded, retreating into herself next to her husband. She seemed to be bracing herself for a blow.
"I won't torture you any longer; I've decided to do it."
Becca's face lit up, a huge smile transforming the young woman into a beauty that Carol hadn't seen since their wedding. Carol grinned and looked at Andy, who just looked shocked.
"Are you sure, Mom? I mean...this is huge!" he said, clearly wrestling with several emotions at once.
"Yes, I'm sure. You're giving me the chance to help you both in a time of need, and I couldn't possibly pass it up." Carol was feeling a well of emotion herself, seeing the transformation in front of her.
Becca hugged Andy fiercely, squeezing hard with her head in his chest. When she let up, Andy let out a wheeze, causing his wife to laugh. She wiped tears from her face and looked at Carol. "I can't thank you enough. You've given me hope when all I could see was darkness. Thank God for his blessings."
Carol grinned and stood up, opening her arms. Laughing, Becca leaped up and they hugged, the happy woman squeezing Carol just as hard as she had her husband. When they parted and sat again, Becca's face was flushed with joy.
"When can we get started?" she asked Carol.
"Um, well, I'll be making an appointment with my doctor for a checkup, to make sure it's even possible. Beyond that, I should be, um..." she trailed off, her face burning at what she was about to say. "I'm, um, open for business this weekend, as it were. Is that okay? Too soon?" She'd checked her cycle before they came over and she should be ovulating then.
"This weekend sounds perfect. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh yes!" She turned to Andy. "We have some shopping to do. We're going to take good care of her!"
Carol smiled. "I won't need help yet, but I'm sure it'll be welcome at some point. I'll keep you updated."
"If there's anything you need, day or night, call us, okay?"
"Of course." Carol smiled, hesitated, and then bit the bullet and asked the biggest question left unanswered. "How are we going to...you know...kickstart this baby...um, I've heard turkey basters can work. Will Andy drop by with a jar? I'm not sure..." Carol had never felt so uncomfortable in her life, and wished for this part to be over.
Becca looked at Andy, who looked back at her. He said, "You say it, it's your plan."
The young woman nodded and bit her lip. She looked back at Carol, and said in a soft voice, "We need to do this as God intended, man and woman joined together naturally, and not by some cold, impersonal injection. I hope you understand."
It took Carol a bit to understand what she meant. "Naturally? You mean...intercourse?" Carol looked at her son, who was redder than she'd ever seen him, and was looking anywhere but at her.
Becca smiled and nodded, her eyes still full of joy.
Carol felt trapped. She'd already agreed, and backing out now, especially seeing her daughter-in-law's happiness, would feel cruel. But...sex? With Andy? Her ick factor went up about a gajillion times.
If there was a way forward, Carol felt like she owed it to the young couple to at least think it through before rejecting the plan. She said, "I see. That's an...unusual request." Externally she stayed calm, but internally she was reeling, unsure if this was all real. She carefully blocked off any mental images that threatened to arise.
Becca continued, "I know this is unusual. I hope it won't be an issue. Can I let you two figure out the details?"
"We'll figure something out," Carol said, mind numb, wondering what she'd just agreed to. After more assurances that she would call if she needed anything, Carol walked Becca and Andy to the door. Becca gave her husband a significant look before walking out the door and closing it.
Andy stood at the door for a bit before turning back. Carol had seen her son as a man for many years, but right at that moment he looked like a lost little boy.
He said, "I don't know what to do. I'm happy - shocked - you're helping, but this is going to be super weird."
"Yeah. I agreed, but I have no idea what we're going to do. I'll...try to think of something. Somehow, we can make it work. Keep it strictly business."
He nodded. "Should I, um, come over Saturday then?"
"I guess so. I'll text you instructions for what to do. You can be in and out in no time." Carol felt her face burn at the unintended innuendo. "I mean, we will be done fast."
"I get it," he said, with a sigh. "This is going to be weird for a long time."
"Once I'm pregnant, we can pretend it never happened, and you can both look forward to your new baby." She held her arms out for a hug, hoping to ease their discomfort. He leaned in and he was once again a man, with his big body and strong arms easily wrapping around her smaller frame.
He squeezed once before letting her go. "Thanks again, Mom. I love you," he said.
"I love you, too. See you Saturday."
***
To say that Carol was apprehensive for Saturday was an understatement. The very idea of intercourse with Andy was incomprehensible, so what were they going to do? Not having an immediate answer, she skipped over that bit in her head, going right to researching what pregnancy might be like for a woman of her age.
The first hurdle, unfortunately, was conception, which brought her right back to the issue she was avoiding. When she had Andy, 24 years ago, she caught right away, much to her husband's annoyance. He'd been looking forward to trying for longer than mere weeks. Any hope of repeating that speed went out the window when she found that it could take several months for women her age to become pregnant. Her ideal situation of a weekend effort might be a pipe dream. Instead, they could be facing months of awkward encounters.
Taking the first step, Carol was able to get a doctor's appointment for Thursday. It was quite odd to be going for a checkup for pregnancy knowing the father would be her son. Carol stuck to asking questions that wouldn't hint on who her partner would be. Her doctor gave her a physical, asked some lifestyle questions, and in the end she was given a clean bill of health and minimal risks of complications from a pregnancy.
With the sign off from her doctor, and her mental justifications in place, there was no reason for the planned session on Saturday not to take place. It felt like signing her own death warrant, but she'd agreed to it; no backing out now.
The problem was, every attempt at coming to terms with the actual act of getting pregnant by Andy was met by revulsion. She literally couldn't imagine being intimate with him. Several times Carol was seconds away from calling it all off, before she remembered the look of joy on Becca's face. How could she disappoint them now?
She came up with a few ideas to try and limit her involvement but still balked at having her son on top of her. Even if she got past that, how would they navigate the act itself, when she would surely be dry as a bone...and how was he supposed to get aroused enough to do his part?
Friday evening arrived, and Carol was dreading going to sleep...and waking up on D day. Literally. She brought home a bottle of wine, reminding herself that she would soon lose the ability to indulge if things went to plan.
The house was empty and dark when she got home, as per usual. She felt a stab of loneliness before squashing it. Better to drown it out with alcohol and Netflix.
She stripped down to her underwear, letting her skirt and blouse drop into her laundry basket before finding her flannel PJs. Comfy, warm, and shapeless. Perfect.
Padding to the TV room in her slippers, bottle of wine and glass in hand, Carol settled in for the night. She had an order of chinese on the way, and endless entertainment at her fingertips. If this couldn't distract her from the looming breeding session, nothing would.
Carol spent at least twenty minutes browsing rows of thumbnails. Her endless entertainment options were not looking very attractive. Crime drama, true crime, crime serials, comedy crime. Nothing new, it seemed they had Carol's tastes pegged, but it wasn't what she wanted right now. Desperate, she went to the profile selection and found 'Guest'. Immediately, the shows offered were very different. Romance, family, sitcoms...and documentaries.
Intrigued, Carol started flipping to the right, perusing the brand new section she'd never really paid attention to. One caught her eye, a documentary on animal husbandry. The subject matter was drier than her pussy was going to be the next day, but the thumbnail was provocative: a horse mounting another horse. She pressed the button to see more info, and it just started playing, a feature she hated. The first image on the screen was a farmer, with dark greying hair, chiselled good looks and a cliched set of overalls. Her thumb hovered over the back button, waiting to see what he'd say.
It turned out the hunky farmer was pretty boring. She'd just made the decision to duck out of the show when he led a horse from a barn, prancing and pulling at his halter. It was clearly male, due to the impressive cock dangling between his legs.
'Horses are eager to get to work, and quick to finish, which makes breeding them a unique part of animal husbandry,' the farmer said. He led the stallion to a woman waiting nearby, who proceeded to wash the horse's penis. Carol felt a tingle inside at the thought of handling all of that cock.
Fascinated, Carol watched as the farmer led the prancing horse to a stall where it immediately mounted a waiting mare. Disappointingly, in only a half dozen thrusts, he was done. Job complete, the stallion dismounted and walked away, cock still dribbling come.
Carol felt an idea start to form...
***
Saturday came, and Carol put her plan into action, sending instructions to her son.
She'd set his arrival time for noon, so with 15 minutes to spare, she went to get changed. She put on a long skirt and demure blouse, and pulled her long, blonde hair back into a ponytail just like Becca. If the effect worked, Andy could imagine the woman bent over in front of him was his wife, instead of his mother. Well, his wife if she put on a few pounds.
When noon hit, she heard a car pull into her driveway. Taking a shaky breath, her stomach in knots, Carol went to Andy's old room, bending over and placing her hands on his bed. She closed her eyes and waited, like a mare waiting for her stud.
A few minutes later, she heard the creak of footsteps on the stairs. She could hear them approach, and then she felt herself joined by another presence in the room. Low breathing paused at the door, before coming up behind her.
Carol closed her eyes, knowing this was the make or break moment. Could she go through with it? Would he be able to perform? What if he saw her for the middle-aged woman she was, and wasn't able to get hard? What if he left, duty unfulfilled, because his mom and her fat ass killed his erection? Carol wished she could be anywhere else right then.
Andy didn't speak, as he'd been instructed. She felt her skirt lift and cool air waft over her legs. Carol bit her lip as she realized what he was seeing: a pair of big white panties. She waited for him to proceed, cursing herself for not removing them. However awkward it already was, now he would have to take them off of her!
Thankfully, he didn't hesitate. Carol felt thumbs dig into the waistband and push her panties over her wide hips, and down her legs. With a quick lift, she pulled one foot out of them, then almost tripped when her foot got caught. Hastily kicking the garment away, she spread her legs. This was not going well.
Carol's senses were on hyper-alert to every sound in the room. She heard clothes shifting, and then the snap of the bottle of lube she'd left on his dresser. Some vague squick-squick, and some cloth sounds of him wiping with the towel she'd left him. When his hands landed on her hips, she twitched violently. His touch was warm and steady, calming her with casual strength. Carol did her best to prepare herself for what was coming next.
A poke. A prod. A push. Each one missing its mark, leaving streaks of lube on her thighs and labia. It was going so badly. On the fourth attempt, Andy's warm head split her labia, his lubed up glans running through her groove until he hit her clit. He pulled back to try again, and Carol mustered whatever courage she had left and reached between her legs. With two fingers, she located her son's very hard, and impressively thick penis, and placed it at the entrance to her vagina.
Eyes still closed, attempting a mental divorce from the proceedings, Carol was unable to stop a squeak from escaping her lips when she felt herself opened up by her son's slick head. He wasn't forceful or rough, but it had been a very long time since she'd last had sex...and he was big. Thankfully the lube helped.
After the initial inch of penetration, Andy stopped, allowing her to get used to him. Carol silently praised his patience and breathed deep, bracing herself for the next few minutes. Slowly, with a few gentle thrusts, her son worked his penis into her cunt, easing open her channel. He kept going, and then, for the first time in her life, Carol was introduced to the feeling of being full.
Carol had had a few penises over the course of her life. Not many, but the memories were vivid, and none of them had felt like this, not even her late husband. Somehow, this one fit her like he was made for her, the perfect length and girth, giving her a sense of fullness she'd never had. His head tapped at her cervix, and she had to stifle a moan. It wasn't supposed to be like this. All she could concentrate on was the feel of her son's cock.
He gave a few tentative thrusts, followed by a few stronger ones, each one firing off tingling waves throughout her well-stuffed vagina. Carol stayed as still as she could. He sped up, hands pulling at her hips to bring them together, a faint clapping sound filling the bedroom as he hit her ass cheeks. She felt a stirring inside; a blossoming of life where she expected desert. Heat followed, along with a glimpse of a reward given enough time.
Long before anything embarrassing could happen, she heard a muffled grunt, followed by a throbbing warmth inside as her son filled her pussy with his cum. When he was done, he slowly withdrew from her body.
Carol heard more clothing movement, and then his retreating footsteps. Alone, Carol let herself fall forward onto her son's old bed and rolled to her back. Knowing she needed to stay laying down for a while...to let his stuff soak in...Carol did her best to breathe evenly, trying to calm down from the unexpectedly intense session.
Looking around at the posters from Andy's youth on the walls, she idly wondered if he'd ever had any other women in there, or if she was the first. Certainly the first impregnation, which, successful or not, was what it was. The session had been quick, impersonal, and effective; exactly as she planned, but what she hadn't planned on was her own reaction. Son or not, if he'd kept going, she was headed for an orgasm. Even now, she could feel the residual tingling left behind by the penetration of her long-unused vagina, and the lingering feeling of being stretched.
When the soak time was done, Carol got up and pulled her panties back on. A text on her phone was waiting for her. 'Same time tomorrow?' She sent back a thumbs up, praying it would be just as quick the next time.
The rest of the day was spent in a kind of mental fog. At random times it would occur to her that her son's sperm were swimming inside of her, heading for her egg, maybe making a baby. Other times she would recall how it had felt when he entered her, the stretch of her vagina as her stallion mounted her. She was now feeling a mix of anticipation and dread for the next day. She'd get to feel him in her again, but what if she came?
Forgotten was her worry about his ability to perform; he'd been plenty hard.
***
Sunday Carol allowed herself a sleep in, waking at 10. She had no chores or plans, aside from a mid-day impregnation. It was so ridiculous, she could only laugh at the thought.
Noon came all too quick, finding Carol once again dressing in the skirt and blouse. This time she left her panties off, thinking it was distracting to have to pull them down. When she heard her son's car, she went to his room and once again took her position.
While waiting for her son to join her, Carol took a deep breath and prepared herself for the feel of him penetrating her. Knowing was a blessing and a curse, for she could prepare herself for it...but also anticipate it. Her reaction to him, while not appropriate, was out of her control. She just had to stay quiet and still. He would handle the rest.
Just like the day before, footsteps announced his arrival, and then he was with her, lifting her skirt. Carol could only imagine his reaction to seeing her without panties. The pause after lifting her skirt seemed to speak volumes. More sounds: the rustle of his clothing being removed, then the lube top cracking open. Carol waited, ready to guide him again. When his hands landed on her hips, he pressed in and found her entrance on the first try. His lubed-up head speared between her labia and directly into her vagina.
Carol dropped her head at the feel of him spreading her open. There was no need for repeated thrusts this time, as he sank into her depths in one go. The feeling of perfect fullness returned, yanking a low moan from deep in her chest. This was definitely not good. Within moments he was penetrating her with full strokes.
Carol did her best to keep her mouth shut, to not cry out at what he was doing to her. Somehow, it was ten times as intense as the day before. She could feel every ridge and vein running across the sensitive ring at her entrance. Every stroke of his head strumming along her G spot before moving to tap on her cervix.
Carol felt panic well up inside of her, matching the orgasm welling up with it. She was going to come! She tried to think unsexy thoughts, but found it hard to concentrate while her son was fucking her. Just like the stallion, her son had mounted her, pumping away in an effort to breed her. Inexorably, he fucked her orgasm closer and closer...until he stopped.
Just in time, he stopped thrusting and pushed in hard, his hips pressed against her ass. She felt him throb in her, and once again millions of her son's sperm were released into her body. Carol's climax retreated, her inner body unwinding, orgasm narrowly averted. By the time he pulled out and left, she was sighing with relief at the close call.
She lay down for the same soak time, thoughts and feelings floating around her head. She had not anticipated actually enjoying the feel of her son's penis inside of her, and wasn't sure where to go from here. All of her mental preparation had gone into dealing with revulsion - for his and Becca's sake - but instead was having to fight off pleasure.
The best she could hope for was that these two sessions had been enough, and the matter of her enjoyment wouldn't ever come to light.
Carol spent an hour puttering around the house, when she heard a knock at the door. It was Becca.
"Hello!" Carol said, inviting the young woman in with a wave of her arm, thrown off by the unexpected visit.
"Thank you," Becca said, hurrying past Carol to the kitchen to drop two full grocery bags onto the counter.
"What's all this?" Carol asked, trailing behind.
"I picked up a few things for you. Just some fun things to help you relax. Some supplements for women trying for pregnancy. I sent you a song playlist that is good for meditation and for the baby when she's in the womb."
"She?" was all Carol could say.
Becca blushed. "I'm hoping for a girl, but I'll be happy either way. Andy told me not to come, but I'm just so excited! Do you think...do you think you're pregnant? I read that some women can tell when it happens. Sorry. I know I'm coming on strong."
Carol smiled. "I haven't felt anything. Don't worry, you'll be the first I tell. I appreciate the supplies, you're very thoughtful."
Becca stood for a second, ringing her hands. "I guess I should go," she said.
"Not at all! Sit, we can have some tea while you show me everything you brought." Carol could tell that something was worrying the woman, but wasn't sure if it was her place to pry.
Becca sat down at the table for a second before jumping up again. "I'll get the tea, you sit." She practically steered Carol to a chair.
The older woman could have protested that she was perfectly capable of making tea, but thought perhaps it was easier to go with the flow.
When the tea was brewed and both women were sitting down, an awkward silence took over until Carol grabbed one of the bags and started pulling items from it. It was just as Becca described, and once she got the conversation flowing, the tension dissipated.
A half later, both bags divested of their contents and tea mugs empty, Becca once again looked nervous. Several times she opened her mouth to say something before clamping it shut again. Carol tried to be patient, but in the end had to put the poor woman out of her misery.
"Is there something bothering you?" she asked.
Becca sighed. "Yes, but Andy warned me not to say anything."
"I feel like, between the three of us, there needs to be open lines of communication or things could get off track. Let me know what's on your mind."
Becca's cheeks turned a cute shade of pink as she said, "I just worry it's not enough."
"Not enough?"
"Times. Attempts. The women I know who got pregnant did it a lot." She emphasized the word with widened eyes.
"Oh! Well, this weekend was my ovulation window. If it doesn't work, we'll know in a couple of weeks and we can try again." Carol tried her best not to let on how she was feeling inside about the prospect of being bent over in Andy's bedroom again.
"Yes, but what if doing it more than just twice is a better chance. From what I've seen, the more times the better."
Carol wondered how many pregnancies the young woman could have possibly seen. "I'll admit, it makes sense, but I'd hoped the two times would be enough. How many times were you thinking?" Carol asked, afraid of the answer.
"Once a day, until your flow, or lack of flow."
A shiver ran through the older woman. "I...see. I'll have to give it some thought." She grasped desperately for any available straw. "Schedule-wise, we both work, and it'll mean a commute here for Andy. I'm sure you won't want to have him gone too much..."
Becca said. "Andy is willing to do whatever it takes. Besides, it seems to go pretty quick." She lowered her eyes.
"Yes, I suppose it does." A mental image of Carol's son behind her popped into her head, and she knew she was blushing. "...but won't you miss being with him? I don't want to take away from your time. I'm afraid if he is here daily it won't leave much energy for you."
"His sole job right now is to make a baby," Becca said, firmly.
Poor Andy. Carol had intended to go radio silent for the most part with her son, to lessen the awkwardness that they might feel, and now he'd be coming over again.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to add a few more sessions...I'll arrange it with Andy."
Becca sagged with relief. "Thank you, Carol."
As her daughter-in-law was heading out the door, Carol reflected that between visits from Becca and sessions with her son, she was far more a part of their lives than ever before. Be careful what you wish for.
***
The next day back at work, Carol texted Andy to call her when he had a chance. Just sending the message took an effort, and it spoke to her anxiety over what they'd done. It was consensual, and for a purpose, but what do you say to the person who inseminated you twice?
Her phone rang a few minutes later. She answered it on seeing his face on the screen.
"Hey, Mom."
Carol smiled when she heard his voice. What was she anxious about? It was Andy! "Hi! I guess you know Becca came by yesterday."
"Yeah. I asked her not to, but, well..."
"Don't worry, I understand. She is concerned and wants everything to go well. The stuff she brought over was very thoughtful."
"I hope you can make use of some of it, at least. There's going to be more..." he said, in a comically threatening tone.
Carol laughed. "I'm sure I can use it. The incense, not so much, but the rest of it looks good. I've been meaning to try out meditation."
Andy's laugh joined hers. "Yeah, I'm sure you have. Ahhh, I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry for all of this."
Carol sobered up. "Don't give it another thought. Please. Everything's fine, I have no complaints, okay? You're going to dig yourself into depression if you can't ease up on yourself."
"Are you sure? I feel like you were coerced, or emotionally blackmailed or something."
"Take this to the bank, son. No one could tell me to do this, it's done out of my love for you both, okay? I don't want another apology from you, ever. I'm happy to do this, got it?"
"Yeah...got it."
Carol was happy to hear actual relief in his voice. "Good. I assume you're okay with how things went this weekend? Is there something that would make you more comfortable?"
A long pause. "Can you try something besides the skirt? It keeps threatening to fall down and get in the way. Plus, it reminds me of Becca, which doesn't help."
"It doesn't?" Carol was honestly surprised. "I thought you might like it if I dressed like her, to make things, you know, easier."
"I don't need the help, honestly."
Oh! "Well, what would be better? I was aiming for quick and easy."
He didn't answer for a while, until he said, "Maybe go with a t-shirt and panties, like the ones you had on the first time?"
Carol blushed, remembering the pair he was referring to. Not her most attractive ones, but it was for him, not her. "I can try that," she said, her voice sounding huskier than normal. Her pussy was tingling, readying itself for action it wouldn't get until later.
"Thanks."
"I guess we have to find a time to fit in a weekday visit. When are you done with work?"
It was odd trying to schedule insemination.
"Around 4. I can be at your place by 4:30."
"Okay. I can be in place by then. I'd say I'll see you, but I guess I won't."
Andy chuckled darkly. "Yeah, I'll be doing the seeing for both of us."
They hung up on that note. When the end of the day rolled around, she made her way home, the now familiar ache of dread filling her heart the closer she got to another session with her son. Would she ever get used to this?
Carol got home with about fifteen minutes to spare, so went right to her room to change. Pulling her slacks and blouse off, she chose a t-shirt and turned to see herself in her mirror. The long shirt draped over her generous bust and pooled around her hips. She pulled it down, hiding her panties, making it look like she was bottomless. Andy's parting remark came back to her, making her wonder what he thought when he was behind her.
Suddenly curious, Carol bent over and leaned on her bed, craning her head around to see herself in the mirror. All she saw was a wide ass covered in white cloth...which had a damp spot on the crotch, and a few blonde hairs poking out the sides. Blushing furiously, Carol frantically dug into her drawers to find another pair, but heard the sound of Andy's car in the driveway. Quickly pulling panties out, she discarded them one after the other: too old, too thin, too small.
When she heard the footsteps sounding in the front hallway, she abandoned it and ran to Andy's room. Her panties would be on the floor soon anyways. Bending over, steadying herself on his bed, Carol did her best to slow her breathing and her heartbeat.
Footsteps sounded outside the room, and Carol clenched her eyes with shame. Bracing herself for the worst, she listened for the audio cues of his progress.
The first thing she heard was a gasp as Andy saw her. The next she heard was steps coming into the room, and then a departure from the norm. Instead of the crack of the lube top opening, she felt his hands on her hips. He caressed her there, running his hands along her flanks. Carol quivered at the light touch, and felt her pussy blossom between her legs, labia thickening with arousal. He dug into her waistband, dragging her panties down. She could feel the wet cloth peel away from her vulva, an embarrassing sign of her arousal.
Andy took his time lowering her underwear, letting his hands stroke her outer thighs as he did. This wasn't the brisk, business-like approach from the weekend. His touch was driving her crazy, waves of goosebumps running up her legs. When he let her panties drop, Carol stepped out of them and once again spread her legs for her breeding stud.
Clothing rustled and then he took her hips firmly in hand, and she felt it: the brush of his hard cock against her wet, gaping labia. He didn't need any help finding her weeping entrance, and he pushed his way into her, causing her to grunt from the swift penetration. She lost herself in the feeling of being filled with his cock once again.
When Andy took two handfuls of her meaty hips and started stroking his cock in and out of her, all she could do was take it...but could feel herself wanting to do more. He fucked her steadily and confidently, perfectly pounding her pussy, each penetration sending her higher and higher as she once again approached an orgasm. Eyes clenched, she did her best to fend it off, to hold out until he came and let her off the hook.
She didn't make it. Unable to hold off her climax any longer, Carol came on her son's cock. She tried to keep quiet - to contain her cries of passion - but she knew it was a useless gesture. The spasming of her pussy, clamping down on her son's cock, was proof of her orgasm. In the middle of her climax Andy broke the 'no talking' rule, emitting a single 'Fuck', before coming with her, filling her with his warm throbbing once again.
Imagination filled her head with images: gobs of semen squirting from his slit, spraying her cervix, coating her womb. The pulsing of her greedy pussy milking Andy's shaft, pulling as much impregnating sperm into her womb as possible.
Carol hadn't felt so satisfied in years. Their respective climaxes done, mother and son paused. Long seconds ticked by with them joined in the most intimate way, until he pulled out, and she fell forward onto the bed.
She'd done her best. She'd tried to keep it at bay, but her orgasm arrived just the same, and now she was exposed. Too ashamed to look at her son, she waited for him to wipe up and leave before she burst into tears, knowing that an element of their relationship was forever altered. Even if they stopped the sessions after that day, they would forever know that his cock had driven her to an orgasm.
It took a while for Carol to calm down enough to get up to put her panties back on, trapping her son's semen in her vagina. She grabbed the towel he'd used to wipe himself, seeing the bottle of lube next to it. She hadn't heard the click of the lid opening...he'd known he wouldn't need it. What must he think of her?
The rest of the evening was a blur of emotions. She went from crying, to picking her phone up to call the whole thing off, back to crying, back to phone in hand, over and over. It exhausted her so much that she ended up heading to bed early.
***
After a long, welcome sleep, Carol woke up feeling better. Wrung out, but calmer. It occurred to her to wonder why she was giving herself such a hard time. They were mother and son, but in the end it was still sex, and it was only natural she would be affected by it. Not to mention, she wasn't the only one climaxing. If it was okay for Andy to come from being in her, she should be able to come as well. Carol took a deep breath, bracing herself for the day. She needed to relax and stop overthinking the whole thing. Maybe some meditation...she quirked a smile.
Feeling a bit better, Carol got about starting her day. In the shower, running soapy hands over her hips, she thought of her son's hands there, gripping and pulling, fingers digging into her flesh with his urgency. When she washed her pussy, she shivered at the sensitivity lingering from her orgasm. What would tonight be like?
That day after work, she was in place on time, legs spread and bent over. She knew there was a wet spot on her panties from her anticipation, but didn't bother changing - he'd seen it already. When Andy arrived, he wasted no time in pulling her wet underwear off and thrusting his hard cock into her. Inevitably, she came again, but this time didn't feel the sting of shame. Instead, she let out a low sigh, allowing her body to react the way it wanted to, enjoying the feel of her son's hard cock plunging into her over and over. When he came, she held herself still for her stallion, welcoming the feel of his seed into her fertile womb.
***
"Helloooo," Becca called out. "Anyone home?"
Carol hastened to stand on shaky legs, pulling her panties up and going to her bedroom to put on pants. Andy had just left, and despite her daughter-in-law's knowledge of what was going on, Carol didn't want to push it in her face. She did her best to tidy her hair and look like she hadn't just finished getting railed from behind by her son.
In the kitchen, Becca was unpacking a grocery bag of food. Carol joined her, bemused by the items she was pulling out.
"Apricots?" she said, holding up the package.
"It's for helping your milk to come in," Becca explained. "They've got prolactin to help encourage milk production."
"Oh, honey, I never had an issue with that. These puppies made more than enough for three babies." Carol hefted one generous breast to highlight the point.
The move seemed to fluster Becca, making her blush. "Are you sure you are okay breastfeeding her? You're already helping us so much..."
Becca still insisted on calling the as-yet to-be-conceived baby a girl. Carol smiled and reassured her that it would be her pleasure. "Anything for my granddaughter. It just makes sense, given I'll have the goods naturally."
"Thank you so much, Carol. I truly wish I could breastfeed her as well. Having more than one woman who can step in to breastfeed would make things much easier."
"We'll make it work. I can pump and freeze so you can do feeding sessions."
The two women sat to have some tea, made by Becca at her insistence. She brewed them apricot tea, which turned out to be better than Carol assumed it would be. "I can feel it working already," she quipped, squeezing a breast.
Becca's face turned red again.
"Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I am just joking. I feel like, with all that's going on, we're close enough to tease, but I can stop."
"No, please no, it's fine," the young woman said. "To tell you the truth, I'm uh, a little envious of your body. God has given you breasts and hips made for feeding and producing babies..."
"I suppose so. Don't sell yourself short, I'm sure Andy prefers your perky set over my old, droopy ones."
"You're just being nice, your breasts are wonderful." Becca's face was glowing at the confession.
"Thank you...how are you doing? Holding up okay, with everything?"
"Andy comes home very happy, which is nice to see after the stressful times before."
"He's happy those times are over," Carol pronounced.
"That's part of it, but I think it's his visits here too. It must be making him so happy to know he's working to get us a child. You're so good to us, going through this every day, I know it must be hard."
Carol thought of the pounding she'd gotten upstairs less than an hour ago. "It is hard, but I'm happy to endure it for you both," she demurred.
When the tea was done, and Becca had extracted Carol's promise to call if she needed anything, they parted. Carol went to make some dinner, feeling a trickle of semen drip into her panties when she stood up.
***
It was to be expected, but Carol knew it wasn't going to be happy news: she had gotten her period. Despite two weeks of daily visits from her son, emptying himself into her over and over, she wasn't pregnant. For her part, what had started out as a daunting duty in order to produce a child had since morphed into the best part of her day; just the thought of going to Andy's room had her pussy dripping wet.
It was all well and good for her, but surely not for Becca, who was going to have to endure more weeks of sending her husband to service his mom.
Heart full of sympathy, she phoned Andy.
"Hey, Mom," he answered, surprise evident in his voice.
They didn't really talk much lately, preferring to do their 'communicating' in his bedroom. Ironic, as this had all started because she wanted him to call more often. "Hey, hon. I'm very sorry, but I have bad news: I got my period this morning. Please give Becca my love."
"Aw, okay. Thanks, Mom. I'll let her know, but don't be surprised if she answers with determination instead of sadness."
"I'm not giving up, tell her that too. We'll keep trying." It was difficult for Carol to separate her desire to be a surrogate and her desire to be fucked every day, but they both had the same result, so it didn't matter much.
"Okay. I guess...there's no need for me to come over for a bit."
Was it her imagination, or was there a hint of disappointment in his voice? "No, I suppose not. I'll let you know when to come over." She knew there was disappointment in hers.
"Okay."
Andy was correct about how his wife reacted to the news. She visited every day, doing her best to pamper her mother in law and bring her food along with doing chores around the house. If Carol wasn't so fond of the woman, it might have gotten annoying, but as it was she just enjoyed the visits.
Carol found herself missing Andy's visits more than she thought she would. A daily dose of dick had proved addictive, and she found herself passing by his bedroom just to feel a thrill. By the end of the fifth day, she was more than ready to resume their insemination activities.
The first day back at it, she was bent over in his room before he even pulled into the driveway. When she heard his footsteps on the stairs, a stream of her juice dripped into her panties. Her engorged labia gaped wide in anticipation, and when he pushed into her, he entered hard, in one thrust. In record time, she was creaming on his cock and then he was creaming into her.
Carol paid attention to the feel of his hands drifting off her hips, almost as if he was reluctant to depart, before she heard him leave. She was already looking forward to the next time.
***
The next day, Becca came to Carol with an expression the older woman was getting used to: determination. "I know you and Andy are doing your best, but I'm wondering if there's more we can do."
Carol smiled and led her to the living room. They sat on the couch, and she said, "I'm not sure what else there is. We are trying daily."
"For starters, I've read it's better to try in the morning, after a good sleep. Can we try changing the schedule?"
Carol thought about her morning routine, trying to imagine fitting a visit from her son between her morning coffee and when she walked out the door. It didn't seem possible. "I'm not sure it would work. Maybe on the weekends we could try it?"
"What about even moving to noon, he could come by your work..."
Carol laughed. "I don't think my boss would like me leaving to the parking lot to do that kind of thing. Keeping it at my house also keeps it secret..."
"Are you laying down, to let things flow where they need to go?"
"I lay down for a while after each visit, yes."
Becca looked pensive, chewing on a fingernail. "I know we're already asking a lot. Would you consider a different method?"
"A different method..." Carol dreaded the clarification.
"Laying down...during," Becca whispered, as if suggesting something lewd. For a mother and son, it certainly qualified as unusual.
"Oh...I had hoped to avoid that."
Becca nodded. "I knew you would, but I heard, from a family member, it can help. When the regular way doesn't work."
Regular way? Confused for a second, Carol pushed the comment away and focused on the suggestion. "Possibly? I am not sure how we can do that without being face to face."
Despite enthusiastically welcoming her son into her body on a daily basis, Carol wasn't sure if she could easily make the swap to missionary. She definitely couldn't speak for Andy's comfort level..
"I know I'm grasping at straws here. It might not make a difference, but then again, it might. Will you at least consider it?"
"Of course...would it help if I spoke to Andy about it, or do you want to?"
"If you could, please...I get tongue-tied with some stuff."
Carol could believe that it was hard for Becca to talk about how her husband bedded his mother She wasn't sure what she would say, either. "I can't promise anything, but maybe we can sort it out."
"Thank you again, Carol. I'll just go now, so you can call Andy."
"Alright, I'll see you soon."
When the young woman had left, Carol sat and thought about what she might say to her son. The thought of a change excited and frightened Carol at the same time. Missionary was so much more intimate...
She called him, unsure of anything.
"Hi, Mom. Is Becca all done there?"
"Yes, she's headed home. Listen, I know this is going to be weird, but Becca is asking that we try a new position, to hopefully raise the odds..."
"Oh?" The little uplift at the end of that one syllable told Carol he was interested.
"She wants me laying down during...it. I told her I'd think about it, and talk to you...what do you think?" Silence, prompting Carol to look at her phone to see if they were still connected. "Hello?"
"I'm here, I'm just surprised she suggested it." he said.
"I know it's a big thing, and I'm not really sure how I feel about it."
"Yeah."
"We could try, you know, with most of our clothes on? Or use blindfolds? I don't know, I'm just making this up as I go."
"What about...I mean, things have been going well, right? Can we just try it the normal way?"
It was Carol's turn to go silent. The normal way. Face to face, him on top of her, nude bodies pressed together. Her heart beat once, hard, in her chest. She'd managed to get comfortable with their current method, so was it possible she could do the same with missionary?
"Okay," she said softly, feeling as if she'd just agreed to lose her virginity.
"Tomorrow, then?"
"Tomorrow."
Carol hung up and went to pour herself a glass of Sherry.
***
Tomorrow was Saturday, and their appointment was set for noon. Carol puttered around the house for a while, doing aimless tasks in a bid to keep her brain busy. It was difficult not to think of the upcoming session with her son. So many thoughts swirled through her head about what to expect, how she'd react, etc, etc. All the same worries she'd had before their first session almost a month ago.
When she heard the car in the driveway, Carol stood up and went to his room. She was already wearing her t-shirt and panties outfit, but didn't know if she should take them off, or leave them on. Did he want to take her panties off, as usual, or just get down to business? Where should she look?
Things were much more complicated now. They'd be having straight out sex, not the faceless breeding - however hot it was - that had come before. Carol's mind raced, all her past encounters with a new man coming to mind. The awkwardness, the hesitation, the fumbling. The fact it was her son this time just made it all a thousand times worse.
Would he want to touch her? To look at her? Should she touch him?
Heart pounding, Carol took a deep breath to try and calm herself. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Instead of facing the bed, for the first time Carol was facing the open door. When he turned into the room, mother and son came face to face in their role as mating partners.
Andy gave her his usual charming smile, his warm, blue eyes flicking from head to toe and back up again.
"Hey," she said, taking her turn to look him up and down. He was wearing loose gym shorts with an elastic waistband, a t-shirt, and socks. Easy to get out of.
"Hey," he said back.
Carol wasn't sure what to do next, but he took the issue out of her hands. He surprised her by stepping forward, closing the gap between them. His warmth and scent filled the air around her, and he loomed over her. She avoided meeting his eyes, looking at his chest instead.
Carol waited, entirely unsure what to do.
He reached out and put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, forcing her to take a step. They were only inches apart. "Is this okay?" he asked, while tugging her shirt up.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She stood passively as he exposed her belly, letting out a careful breath when he reached her breasts. He had to pull her shirt out to clear them, and then her nipples came into view. She darted her eyes up to see her son's face, noting his rapt gaze on her tits.
He kept lifting, so she raised her arms to help, and then her T-shirt was tossed into a corner, Carol resisted covering her bare tits and erect nipples. Andy stared, a half smile on his face.
"They're just tits," Carol muttered, embarrassed by his attention.
"No, they're most definitely not. They're perfect," he said. Slowly, waiting for a protest that didn't come, he cupped one breast, gently lifting it, letting it spread out in his hand. He ran his thumb over her plump nipple and bumpy areola, sending sparks to Carol's pussy.
Being in front of her son, topless, felt odder than anything she'd ever felt. Afraid of losing her nerve, she reached for his shorts, pushing them down. She only got a few inches before she had to stop: the waistband was caught on his erection. Carol looked up at Andy, and he smiled, nodding, so she carefully pulled it over the bulge. His underwear came with his shorts, meaning that when she pushed down, his penis was exposed to her eyes for the first time in years.
She'd felt it inside of her many times, touched it with her fingers once, but never laid eyes on it while hard. Jutting from his trimmed blonde pubic hair was a strong, hard erection, with a thick shaft and topped by an impressive mushroom shaped head. A pearl of precum glistened at his slit, which winked at her in time with its throbbing. This was the sex organ that he'd been pushing into her on a daily basis, and she loved it at first sight.
Her focus was distracted by Andy digging his thumbs into her panties and pushing them down. Carol wanted to stop him, to grab his hands and hold onto her privacy, but forced herself to let her son get her naked. When her panties hit the floor, she stepped out of them and sat down on the bed, scooting backwards to the pillow in the center.
Andy stripped his shirt and socks off, before kneeing up onto the bed to join her. This new situation had thrown her anticipation off, so she gestured to the dresser. "You might need the lube," she said.
"Becca is out shopping; I have time. Let's just cuddle for a bit, and maybe we won't need it."
"Okay," Carol whispered, and watched as Andy laid next to her, his impressive penis poking into her leg. He was warm all over.
Carol stared up at the ceiling, unsure of what to do. Andy leaned up on his elbow next to her, running his hand over her breasts, gently fondling and squeezing them. His rough hands felt good on her skin. When he pinched her nipple between two fingers, she felt a reaction down below, making her squirm.
"Again," she whispered, and he did.
As if in slow motion, Carol watched her son lean over and take her nipple into his mouth sending a spike of desire through her. His active tongue swathed over her nub before he sucked - hard, and her nipple responded, hardening in his hot mouth. Carol grabbed his hair, gasping and pulling him into her breast. As he sucked on her, he traced his hand along her belly, down to the thatch of wild blond hair covering her vulva.
Carol was forgetting her concerns. When Andy slid his finger between her lips, finding her clit, she decided she didn't care who was in bed with her, and spread her legs to give him room. He ran his fingers up and down her labia, spreading her juices all over her vulva before dipping them into her rapidly moistening sex. The slight spreading of her vagina reminded her there was a very lovely cock nearby that could be better put to use.
"Please. Put it in," she said softly.
He took his place over her, his tall body seeming to dwarf hers. With both hands, he lifted her legs, pushing them towards her chest, spreading her glistening labia even more. Moving up, he let his erection rest on her pussy for a bit, running it along her lips, before pulling his hips back and placing himself at her entrance.
Fascinated, Carol watched and felt her son's cock press into her vagina, stretching her as well as he ever had. He pushed in, going deeper and deeper, until his balls snugged up to her assshole and she felt his head tap her cervix. Carol imagined it opening a little, as if kissing his tip to coax his sperm into her womb.
"I've wanted to do this since the first time," he said, his face close to her, sweet breath filling her lungs. He pulled out, dragging a long moan from her, before plunging it back in, accompanied by the sound of her welcoming sigh.
"You can keep doing it," she husked, sure that she never wanted him to stop fucking her.
He did. He fucked her long and hard, extracting the sounds of her pleasure, in a chorus of cries and moans. When she was close, he pushed in a little harder and held it, his pubic bone pressing on her clit, forcing her climax from her. She screamed out, unable to do anything else, while her pussy creamed all over her son's cock, and her juices streamed onto the bed beneath them.
When she relaxed a bit, Andy picked up again, running his length in and out of her sensitive pussy. Strung out with her orgasm, Carol just lay there when he sat up, grasping her plump thighs in both hands and using them to pull her into him. She held onto his hands, feeling where his fingers pressed into her flesh. Her ass cheeks quaked and her breasts rolled each time her son thrust his cock into her welcoming cunt.
His breathing started to get louder, his movements erratic, and she knew he was close, until with a final push, he grunted and came. She watched her son with adoring eyes; his large frame hovering over her, hips pressed firmly into the cradle of her spread legs, cock filling her with powerful pulses of come.
She felt closer to her son than ever before, knowing now that she was glad to have him in her bed and in her body. When he was done, he pulled away slowly, wilting wet cock drooping between his thighs, a thin stream of semen stretching to her entrance.
He hesitated then, clearly unsure if he should leave. She reached out to him, saying, "I have to lay here a bit, to let it soak in," she said. "Please lie with me?"
"I'd love to," Andy said, laying down and warming her side again. His wet cock left streaks of come on her leg, but she didn't care. He put his hand on her belly, and she took it, placing it on her breast. He took the hint, gently running his hand over her soft tit and finding her nipple with his fingers.
This wasn't what they had discussed. Lingering afterwards, casual touches, cuddling. None of it was needed to make a baby, and yet, it was all Carol wanted. She wanted the connection she felt right then to last forever.
Inevitably, they did have to part. Andy got dressed and left, saying he wanted to be home when Becca was done shopping. Carol waved goodbye as he ducked out the door. As good as the previous sessions were, what they'd just done was one hundred times better. Carol found herself dreading getting pregnant, if it meant she couldn't experience such pleasure with her son anymore.Her Son's Surrogate Pt. 02
Momo is not sure what she wants.
The next day, Sunday, Carol woke and realized she needed to talk to her son. The first thought she had on waking was of his visit the day before, and the upcoming one at noon. What they were doing couldn't be healthy for his marriage, and didn't follow the spirit of the venture...even though she honestly loved what they'd done. She thought about calling him to have them both over to discuss things, but Andy was coming over anyways...and maybe it would be better to get his take without his wife there.
Carol got out of bed, going about her usual routine, unable to stop thinking about Andy and his visit. When noon was imminent, she couldn't resist putting on her 'outfit', but put a robe on over top and waited for her son on the couch, instead of his room.
She could see the surprise on her son's face when he walked in the door. He was dressed the same way as the day before, but his shirt was a tank top, showing off his muscular arms.
"Is everything okay?" he asked.
Carol smiled reassuringly. "Yes, everything's fine. Sit down for a bit, I just wanted to chat before..." She waved at the stairs.
He came and sat on the couch next to her. "What's up?"
"After yesterday, I realized I'm...I'm growing attached to what we're doing, to the connection I'm feeling with you. I actually had the thought that I didn't want to get pregnant, because I didn't want what we're doing to stop. I know it sounds awful, but I didn't intend for it to happen. I was thinking we could stop for a bit, or go back to the previous method..."
"Oh, Mom, no. Um...it's not just you. I'm feeling it, too, and honestly, if I didn't have to leave yesterday, I'd have stayed longer. I'm just happy you're enjoying our sessions, as it makes all of this much easier. Um, especially after yesterday, I found myself hoping it takes a while for you to get pregnant...and even once you do, well, we don't have to stop."
Carol's mouth dropped open. "Don't have to stop? Once I get pregnant, you have to go back to your wife. Even if you can't have intercourse, she must miss doing other things. She's holding back on being with you, to give this a better shot, you have to take care of her properly once I catch."
"Mom, Becca's not holding back."
"What? She must be."
"No...she's not." He looked resigned.
"I don't understand."
"Mom, she's just not interested in any of it. I guess the vaginismus makes her self conscious, or it's how she was raised, I don't know. All we do is kiss and hug, and not much of that. If I'd known about this before the wedding...but I've grown to accept it, because I love her."
"You're not intimate...at all?"
Andy shook his head. "When we were dating, she said she was waiting for marriage. Then we found out about her condition. I wanted to do other things, but she froze up there too. It always leads to her just, like, freaking out and leaving."
"I'm sorry, Andy, that must be...frustrating." A lightbulb went off in Carol's head. "I guess that explains why you didn't have an issue being ready to go that first time?"
"I mean..." he smiled a smile that made Carol's heart thump. "It helped, but I was still super nervous. I was just here to do my duty, but it was amazing. Ever since that first time, I was ready to go before walking in the door. Seeing you in my room every day, in your shirt and panties, is very exciting. I hope I'm not embarrassing you."
Carol shook her head, mute.
He went on, "You're so different from other girls. Seeing the wet spot in your panties when I take them off, knowing you're excited, is a huge ego boost. Then when we get started...you're so hot, and hearing your moans when I push inside...wow. I've never been with anyone like you. Yesterday was the most passion I've ever felt from a partner, and all I could think about was coming back here to do it again."
Carol was blushing hard now, and Andy's words had her tingling in all the right places. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that. From the very start I've been so ashamed of my body's reaction to you, and when I climaxed the first time, bent over in your room, I was sure I was going to die. I couldn't help it! It felt so good...you felt so good."
Andy grinned. "The first time you moaned and tried to hide it, I felt so much better, knowing you were enjoying it. Each day, your reactions were more obvious, until...I felt like the king of the world when you came, mom, honestly."
"I was mortified. I almost called it all off."
"I'm glad you didn't." He reached out and took her hand, running her fingers through his.
"I guess...we're okay?" Carol searched her son's handsome face for any sign he was hiding his true feelings, but found none.
"More than okay," he said, squeezing her hand.
Carol felt her heart flutter at the touch, and knew she was ready. "I think it's time we went upstairs and made a baby." She stood and pulled him with her.
Leading him into his old room again, Carol stopped and dropped her robe, looking over her shoulder coquettishly. "Can you take my panties off?" she asked.
"It would be my pleasure," he said, staring at her round ass.
He dug his fingers into her waistband, pushing her panties down over her plump, round ass. He knelt down behind her, running them down her legs, and Carol watched in shock when he kissed her cheek with a big smooch, his bristly face scratching her soft skin.
"God, I love this ass," he said, low and husky. He kissed it again, moving from spot to spot, pressing his mouth into her flesh.
Carol purred, loving the feel of his warm mouth. The purr turned inquisitive when Andy reached up and pushed her shoulders, forcing her to bend over. He held onto her legs, and she had to reach out to the bed to stop from falling over.
"What are youoooohhhhmmyyyyyuhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Andy gripped her ass with both hands and pressed his face between her cheeks, burrowing into her crack until he found her rosebud and pressed his tongue into it.
Carol had never had anyone do this to her before, and cried out in shame and pleasure. She squirmed, and he reached one arm around her legs to hold her steady. Pinned, she could only moan and wriggle under the onslaught of her son's tongue on her asshole. When he moved down, she knew she was lost, and his forever. His wide tongue split her labia and speared into her vagina.
"Aannnddyyyyyy!" she screeched, as her son buried his face in her twat, locking his lips on her clit and sucking, hard.
His big hands clamped onto her thighs, strong arms easily holding her in place, and commenced a writhing, licking, flicking assault on her pleasure bud. It had been so long...she'd forgotten what a man's tongue could do. Carol couldn't move or get away, and his slathering, massaging, penetrating tongue kept going, forcing her to give into the moment. She came, juices flowing from her clenching, pulsing vagina, dripping down her thighs and all over her son's face. He didn't let up until she begged him to stop.
Andy slowly released his hold on her thighs, letting her collapse on the bed, ass jiggling with the impact. Carol just breathed, quivering from the after-effects of her monstrous orgasm. A few minutes later Andy lay down next to her.
"Sorry," he murmured, putting his hand on her back. He smelled like soap, so must have gone to wash his face.
"Don't ever apologize for that," she whispered, between breaths.
"I could have warned you," he said.
"I might have said no, and that would have been a crime," she said, with a small smile. "I guess we still have a job to do." She slowly rolled onto her back.
Andy rolled into her, leaning in to suckle a hard nipple.
Carol cooed, cradling his head. "You can do anything you want with that mouth, anytime you want, but for now, come here." She pulled at him, urging him between her spread legs, lost in the feeling of giving herself to him.
Still on her high, the fertile mother watched as her son kneeled over her, his impressive penis jutting towards her. Sure that she would never get used to the sight, she sighed when he entered her slick vagina in one smooth, easy motion.
"Ohhhhh, you're making me go againnnn." she keened, cunt bearing down on her son's cock.
Andy pulled out, her cunt gripping him tight, forcing him to push hard to re-enter, forcefully spreading her open. "Mom," he gasped. "I'm going to come."
"Good. Come in me, Son. Come in your mommy. Make your baby." The feel of his mushroom head pressing into her cervix sent tingles throughout her pelvis, and she could swear she felt his first blast of semen hit the target.
A moment of surrealism hit Carol then. It was seeing her son above her, his weight pressed into her pelvis, his face contorted with the force of his orgasm, and knowing he was deliberately impregnating her. He was injecting his seed into his mother, an act of incest rejected by the entire world, and she loved it.
After several pulsating ejaculations, Andy fell forward onto her, letting her wrap her legs and arms around him and hold him close. When he stirred, he lifted his head up from her chest, looking down at her.
Carol had the sudden urge to kiss him, so lifted her head and planted her mouth on his. He returned the kiss eagerly, slipping his tongue into her mouth to touch hers. It was the perfect end to explosive sex, and they kissed for several minutes, mouths duelling and tasting, biting and sucking.
It should have been weird, but Carol had never felt happier at that moment. She was tired, but in a good way. Andy moved down to her chest, sucking at her tits, taking as much boob flesh in his mouth as he could. She watched, enjoying the suction and thinking of when his son would do the same thing. Becca was sure of a girl; Carol now knew it would be a boy, just like her Andy. Her first boy continued to pleasure her breasts until he lifted up, and they both watched as his penis grew to full size between them.
They didn't say a word, he simply slipped his hard cock back into her drenched pussy. They made out some more while he slowly fucked her, until he came again, shuddering over top of her. Carol didn't come, but was happy to have him in her, to have him finish and then lay with her before heading back to his wife.
When he had left, she realized that he'd never really acknowledged things would have to go back to normal when she got pregnant. The thought filled her with sadness all over again, but she reminded herself she wasn't pregnant yet.
***
Carol went to work the next day, feeling like she was on cloud nine. Coworkers noticed and commented on how happy she was, and she could only agree with them. It was all she could do to keep her mind on her tasks, and not on the memory of lying with her son.
After two wonderful sessions with Andy, Carol couldn't wait for that afternoon. Would he be able to stay, or would it be a quickie?
Just when life hands you two days of great sex, it backhands you for daring to ask for more. Linda, her boss, came to Carol just before she was done for the day.
"Carol, we've got an issue and it looks like you're the only one who can fix it. Remember the order you had a little oopsy with a few weeks ago?"
Carol nodded, dreading what was coming next.
"It turns out the wrong information was sent with the order and the install was flubbed. The client needs you to head to their office and help with a proper install...and talk to the auditors looking into the root causes."
"They need a scapegoat?" Carol guessed.
"They need a scapegoat."
Carol sighed. "Okay, I'm a big girl, I can admit my error. When do they need me?"
"Your flight to Vancouver is tonight. You should have enough time to get home and pack. Details are coming via email any minute now."
"Tonight?! I can't go tonight, I have plans with Andy."
"Sorry, hon. I'm sure he'll understand. Blame whatever was going on in your head when you sent the wrong information."
Carol slumped in her chair and put her face in her hands. "Fine. I guess I'll see you in a few days."
"Safe travels," Linda said, patting her shoulder before going back to her office.
Carol knew why she'd screwed up, as that was the day after Andy and Becca had asked her to be the mother of her son's child. Andy. She had to let him know about the trip.
He didn't answer his phone, and she felt bad just sending a text, but she was short on time.
'Emergency work trip came up. I'm headed to the airport and will be gone for a few days. Give Becca my love. See you when I get back.'
The next couple hours were spent rushing home to pack before racing to the airport. She just barely had enough time to get through security before her flight boarded. In her seat, hurrying done, Carol was finally able to relax.
She checked her phone, and saw a message from her son. 'Okay. See you when you get back. I'll miss seeing you at your place.'
Carol sent back, 'I will too.' And attached a heart emoji. They were careful about not putting anything explicit in their messages, in case someone saw, so she hoped he would understand exactly how much she was going to miss him.
The flight was over before she knew it. She got booked into her room at her hotel and went to eat at the restaurant in the lobby, ending a whirlwind day. Any other time, she'd have welcomed a work trip to another city, just for the change. Now, she felt guilty, like she was going to get in trouble from Ms. Becca for not finishing her homework.
Carol tended to dress down for trips, to avoid unwanted attention. For some reason, men assumed a woman on her own was looking for company. Today she hadn't had time to think about it, and was still in her work outfit of a skirt and blouse. Chum in the water.
She saw the guy coming from a mile away. He was young, about Andy's age, and spotted her from across the room. He was attractive and well dressed, but was a bit too polished. Men on work trips at the end of the day tended to look a little tired. There were plenty of tables, but he made his way towards her with a slight leer, as if he wasn't aware she could see him.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked.
"Yes, it is," came a baritone voice from behind her. A man stepped around Carol's seat to the chair the younger man had indicated, pulling it out to sit down and set a drink on the table.
The young man simply nodded, smiled, and swerved, on the hunt for another woman to accost. Carol looked at her 'saviour' with a raised eyebrow.
"Doug," said the man, holding his hand out to shake.
She took it, while giving him the once over. He was her age, or a bit older, with salt and pepper dark hair. His face had laugh lines and gentle eyes. His suit was rumpled, tie pulled out, top button undone. He had a wedding ring on his hand.
"Um, thanks, Doug...I guess. He was harmless."
Doug smiled, and said, "I know. But I'd been working my nerve up to come say hi, and didn't want him to get in the way."
Carol laughed. "Oh, he was going to cramp your style. You got in your own way, and forgot to take off your ring," she pointed out.
He looked at his hand and shrugged. "It's so I don't get hit on by women."
Carol laughed again. "Is that a danger? I think I'm the only one here, and I'm not hitting on you."
Doug took a sip of his drink. "I know, that's why I had to come over. Make it easier."
"I couldn't possibly hit on a married guy. I was married to one once; their wives don't like it."
Doug held his hands up. "I won't push, but I'm already sitting here, and I do need to eat. Do you mind if I stay and keep you company? Keep the riff raff at bay?"
"Suit yourself. I've had a long day, when I'm done eating I'm headed to my room to sleep. By the way, my name's Carol."
"Nice to meet you. What brings you to Vancouver?"
"Work. I need to help a client with an issue. I'll be only a few days I hope." Her voice echoed the amount of need to be back home.
"Last minute kind of thing?"
"Yes. Very last minute. I had plans I had to cancel." The word 'plans' felt inadequate to describe getting knocked up by her son.
"And uh...is this client mad?"
Carol gave Doug a suspicious look. "They are not pleased."
"And are they calling in an auditor?"
Carol groaned. "Let me guess..."
"I'm the auditor."
Carol's company sold very expensive software that required specific configurations tailored to each client. By sending the wrong documentation, Carol had set their project back weeks, and they wanted their pound of flesh. Doug was there to determine exactly how liable her company was, for compensation purposes.
"I've gone over the high level stuff," he said. "It doesn't look good."
"No, it's not good. You'll find out tomorrow anyway. I was sent to cooperate, and try to get them back on track. It was my fault."
Doug raised his eyebrows. "They're just going to admit it? No sidestepping?"
"Well, I'll review what they did, but we know I sent the wrong info, so it's hard to imagine it's anything else. I suppose their people could be incompetent."
"Is this likely to cost you your job?"
"No, but it won't look good on my yearly review. It'll set me back some, that's for sure."
"That's too bad. You seem...well, from our limited interaction, you seem like you know what you're doing. One bad day?"
"You could say that. I'd gotten some alarming news. I should have called in, but figured work could distract me. Now here I am." Carol waved at the waiter to bring her another drink.
"I'll get it. I think you need it," Doug said, gesturing that he would pay for her drink.
"Thanks. I guess we'll be working together?"
"I guess so."
When the waiter brought her drink, they ordered and continued their conversation. Doug was easy to talk to, and they chatted about random topics while waiting for their food.
"What were these plans you had to abandon?" Doug asked, in a break in the conversation.
"Oh, nothing. I was going to see my son."
"Was he visiting or something?"
"Ha, no, we live in the same city, he's, well, it's a long story. Him and his wife are trying for a baby, and I'm offering, um, assistance. We were just meeting up to, ah, discuss it."
"You were going to discuss having a baby with your son?" Doug's smirk told her he was teasing her.
"You're twisting my words." Carol smiled, blushing at how close he was to the truth.
"I am, I'm sorry." He smiled, and she could see where he'd gotten his laugh lines. It was an attractive smile, and she wondered how successful he was with it. If he wasn't married...and if she wasn't 'spoken for'. It wouldn't do to get knocked up by another man.
"What does your wife think of these last-minute trips?" she asked.
"She doesn't. She passed away a few years ago. I just haven't gotten around to taking the ring off. It's never been an issue until today, and now the first time I approach a woman, it kills my chances."
Carol's heart melted with sympathy. Having gone through the death of a spouse, she knew exactly how Doug was feeling. "My husband passed as well. Cancer. I'm sorry about your wife."
"Thanks. Cancer as well. I know it's dumb, but I don't want to take the ring off yet. Maybe I never will."
"It killed me to take mine off, but it hurt to look at. I've moved on, which he wanted me to. I'm, hmmm, I'm seeing someone. It's complicated."
"He's a lucky guy."
Carol smiled and was interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. They ate mostly in silence, and when done, went their separate ways, knowing they'd see each other the next day.
In her room, Carol undressed, happy to be out of her work clothes. When she unhooked her bra, her breasts slumped on her chest, and she rubbed where the underwire sat. Let free, her nipples unfolded. A day and a half ago, Andy had been sucking on them, and now she was in a hotel. She was so tired, the thought didn't even spark arousal.
She put on warm PJs, brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. Feeling like she could use some cheering up, she facetimed Andy. Within seconds his smiling face filled her screen.
"Hey," she said. The screen lit up her face in the dark room.
"Hi, Mom. Was the flight okay? I missed you today."
"I missed you too." Seeing his familiar, handsome face soothed her jangled nerves. She wanted to reach through the screen and pull him through to join her in bed. "The flight was quick."
"Becca sends her love." He looked around. "But she wasn't too happy at the interruption of our plans."
"I figured. She knows what she wants. I don't blame her, but it's unavoidable. It's all your fault, anyways."
"My fault?"
"Both of you. I'm here to fix a mistake I made the day after your...proposition. I'd never have done it without that distraction."
"Sorry, Mom. I know it was a shock."
"It's okay," she said, softly. "It led us to where we are now."
"Will you be long?"
"I hope not. Each extra day I'm here will be one less with you."
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, looking confused.
"I know, but once I get pregnant, it all stops. We stop."
Andy's face fell. "Yeah. I haven't really thought that far ahead. I've been focusing on being with you, and trying for the baby."
"Once I catch, you have to go back to Becca. She'll need you. I know what you said, but she's your wife, not me." Carol was proud that her voice didn't break on those final words. She knew she was being silly, this infatuation with her son, but she hadn't felt like this since Don died. Was starting to think she never would.
Meeting Doug had actually been a good thing, as it showed she could let Andy go, once this was all over, and possibly have a chance at finding a new partner.
"I met someone," she blurted. "At dinner. We had dinner together. He came up to me, and it turns out we'll be working together this week."
"Oh? Is he...I mean, did you, uh, did he want to..."
"I'm alone," she said, letting him off the hook.
"Oh," he said, clearly relieved. "I mean, not that you can't, if you wanted to. You can do what you want."
"Another time, I might have been tempted. But I don't think it would be good if I got pregnant with another man, do you?"
"Aaahhhh, no, that wouldn't go over well." He clearly looked flustered at the thought.
Carol lowered her voice, murmuring, "There's only one man's baby I want growing in me, and I'm looking at him right now."
"Fuck, Mom. You're killing me here." The camera view swooped down his body until she could see a visible bulge in his pants before moving back up again.
She giggled, feeling a rush at his reaction to her. Reaching into her top, she pulled out a tit and pulled her phone back to show him. "I miss your mouth."
"Dammit, Mom! You're not going to be back for days! Becca won't let me..." he trailed off.
Carol gasped, mouth open in shock. "She won't let you touch yourself? I'm sorry for teasing." She put her boob away, relishing his look of disappointment. He had a way of making her feel desired that she hadn't felt in a long time.
"I didn't say stop," he pointed out.
Carol laughed again, and popped her tit out again. She made sure to put it front and centre in his view. "I won't torture you long. I just wanted to see your face before bed. Can you hold 'the fort' until I get back?"
"I don't have a choice. Becca wants all of it saved for you. And Mom? I'm glad you're the one to carry my baby."
The words sent a thrill through her body, and she had to bid her goodbyes quickly to avoid tearing up. Damn him for making her feel so good!
The next day, she ran into Doug in the lobby. They grabbed some breakfast and taxied to the office of the client together. Meetings, meetings and more meetings filled her day. She offered up her mea culpa, and it was accepted graciously, with a focus on getting their project back on track.
By the end of the first day, it looked like things weren't as bad as she feared. She and Doug went back to their hotel to get dinner.
"I think," Doug said, after they got their drinks. "That went very well. With your help, they'll be back on track in no time. I'll make sure my report shows how integral you were to making this go away. Maybe your boss won't be so hard on you."
"Thank you. She's one of the good ones, but there's no way I don't come out of this clean. It's okay. I'll work extra hard to remind her why she hired me."
"To hard work," Doug said, raising his glass.
She tapped his glass with hers and drank. It was a smooth whiskey, something she didn't normally order, but felt like she needed after the long day. Dinner was quiet, with light talk about anything but work. After they were done, she said, "I'll be another couple days. Are you heading home tomorrow?"
He shook his head. "I have one more day at least. What are you up to now? I always get restless away from home, and can't sleep unless I get some energy out. Do you want to join me in a movie or a walk around the sea wall?"
"I could go for a walk. Let me go change and I'll meet you in the lobby."
"Sure."
Carol went to her room and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She'd been unsure about what to pack for, so had probably too many clothes, but better that than be caught with nothing to wear. In the lobby, she found Doug also in jeans and a polo shirt. She saw him first, and had time to check him out unnoticed. He was fit, with muscular arms and a nice ass.
"Hey, ready to go?" she asked, making him turn her way. She didn't miss him checking her out, which she supposed was fair.
"Yeah, let's do it!"
It was a nice day, and the seawall was packed with other people walking dogs, skating, biking, sitting, chatting and eating. Carol and Doug navigated the people while walking along the water. "It's a beautiful city, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes. I lived here for a while, when my wife was alive. I moved away after she passed, so coming back is bittersweet. I have nice memories though. Did you do anything to move on from your husband?"
"Not really. I still live in the same house, although it's a bit big for me. I just took time to let Don go, and accept my new life. It felt like it was over for a while, but recently I've been feeling...energized."
"Since you started helping your son and his wife?"
"You're a very perceptive man, Doug." Carol chuckled. "I guess the thought of grandchildren woke me up. How about you, did the new location help?"
Doug stepped aside for a jogger, then said, "It helped me forget, most days, but I haven't moved on." He held up his ring finger with the wedding band on it. "However, if you weren't taken, I'd be pressing my case with you a bit harder."
"If I weren't taken, I'd let you press it," she responded, before covering her mouth. "I didn't mean it like that!" she protested. Her face burned at her gaffe.
Doug laughed. "Ah, now I'll have some good thoughts to put me to sleep."
"Well, you're welcome," Carol said, still embarrassed.
The rest of their walk was filled with small talk of no consequence, and when they parted in the lobby of their hotel, Carol was ready to relax in her room. She got into her PJs again and thought about watching some TV but didn't turn it on.
Somewhere in the hotel, Doug was having some 'good thoughts'. Carol was flattered that he was attracted to her, and if things were different, she would have been interested. His interest did highlight that she didn't have to be alone if she didn't want to be. When this whole grandchild thing was over, she could retreat into the role of grandma, and look for a partner to fill the void left behind by her son.
The next day, Carol was in a meeting room on her laptop, overseeing the new configuration install when Doug walked in.
"Hey there," he said.
"Hi, Doug. How's it going?"
"I'm all wrapped up here. I have a flight in a few hours, so I thought I'd say goodbye."
"It was nice to meet you. Good luck with everything."
He looked uncomfortable for a second before lifting his hand. There was no ring, just a pale section of skin. "I've, uh, well, you helped me realize that it's worth being available. Maybe the next woman whose table I sit at won't be taken."
"Maybe," Carol grinned. "But you're going to have to wait for that tan line to disappear. Safe travels."
"You as well, goodbye." He turned and left, and Carol went back to her laptop.
The rest of her trip was straight forward, and she left on her return flight with a happier client in her wake.
Finally home again, Carol dumped her bags on the floor and went to bed, falling into it face-first. She could unpack later. For now, she needed to unwind from the trip. Eyes closed, she breathed in and out slowly, pondering having a bath. It was Friday afternoon, and she needed to let Andy and Becca know she was back, but...not yet.
At some point her body decided she needed a nap, and she fell asleep. She woke up to a whisper.
"Hey, Mom, it's me." Andy was sitting next to her on her bed.
"Mmmm, hi there. I missed you," she murmured, stretching. "How did you know I was back?"
"Becca had me come around to pick up the mail. I saw the light downstairs, so I let myself in. Is that okay?"
"Mmmyeah...I just needed a little nap. It takes me a while to unwind after a flight. I get all tense in the shoulders, from the seats."
Andy leaned over and put both hands on her back, thumbs pressing into her muscles. Tingling waves radiated from the pressure, running up in her neck and shoulders. "Ohhhhhhhmmmm...." she groaned. "Keep doing that."
He chuckled and leaned in further, putting some of his weight into the massage. With sweeping motions, he ran his hands across her back and neck, pushing the stress and tension out of her body. It was heavenly.
"I should hire you to massage me after every trip," she said.
"Deal," he said, quietly. At some point the massage got slower, and softer. Less kneading, more caressing.
Carol's moans turned to sighs, as her body woke up under her son's ministrations. It had been five days...when his warm hand went under her shirt on her back, Carol didn't protest at all. When he undid her bra, she sighed at the release. When he reached under her stomach to undo her jeans button, she lifted up, to give him room, and soon he was skinning her pants down off her legs.
She just lay there, arms under her head, eyes closed, and let him do what he wanted. Kisses along her bare legs. Hands trailing along her thighs. She knew she was wet when he peeled her panties off. Her pussy was warm with anticipation.
After hearing the rustle of his clothes coming off, the mattress shifted, and then his hairy legs were straddling hers.
"I feel like this is less of a massage," she commented.
"I may have had ulterior motives.".
She felt him lean forward, and then a hot, hard rod pressed between her cheeks, splitting them apart.
"Mmmm, what are you going to do to me now?"
Arms settled into the bed on either side of her, he leaned to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you, and put my baby in you." His cock was pressed hard into her now, shaft rubbing up against her sphincter.
"I don't think that's the hole you make babies in, but you're welcome to try." Carol wiggled her ass, feeling her son's rigidity massage her asshole. She'd only done anal a few times, but he felt so good there, and she wondered what his size would be like.
He chuckled. "Maybe another time. I promised to save up what I have for your womb."
Carol felt himself adjust, pulling his hot hardness down her crack until it cleared her ass cheeks. Then he pushed, splitting those cheeks and spearing into her overheated vagina. Her legs were closed, but her wetness allowed him easy access to the depths of her cunt.
"Oh, fuck," she grunted. Five days, and she'd forgotten what he felt like. When he was fully pressed into her ass cheeks, he lay down on her back and started to hump her from behind. His head pressed into the ridged front wall of her sheath, every stroke rubbing her g spot.
Andy's hand snaked under her chest, into her shirt and grabbed a tit, pinching her nipple. His breath sounded in her ear as he fucked her, his magnificent cock driving her higher and higher. His weight on her body, pinning her down, helpless, set fire to her brain. He kept fucking, longer than he should have been able to after five days, until he broke her.
Carol, cocooned in the heavy shelter of her son's body, came while he drove his cock into her over and over. Her vagina clamped down on him, trying to keep him, but he kept fucking. Her juices gushed from her cunt, soaking the bed, and he kept going. This wasn't lovemaking, it was breeding, and he was going to make sure she was bred.
"Do it," Carol urged. "Come for Mommy. Come in my pussy, baby. Fill me up...ahh!" The final sound came out as a sharp cry, as her son gave one last push hard into her and came.
Tired mother lay under her son as he convulsed and spat rope after rope of come into her fertile baby factory. He had so much for her, it couldn't be contained, and she could feel it oozing past his shaft. With a final push and hug, he finished. Pulling out of her, he rolled onto his back next to her, arm over his eyes, breathing hard.
Carol rolled and pulled her shirt and bra off the rest of the way before moving to snuggle him, putting one bare leg up onto his. Her knee nudged his semi-hard, wet cock. She pressed her tits into his arm and put her head on his shoulder. "Do you feel better?" she asked.
He nodded, arm still over his eyes.
"Did you miss me?"
Another nod.
Carol felt such a surge of closeness to him then, she needed to show her love. It wasn't something she'd ever done before, but looking at his now wilted penis, laying limply on his leg, she thought it could use a clean. She moved down, picking his exhausted cock up in two fingers and putting the slimy head into her mouth. It was a mixture of musky, bitter and tang. He jerked under her.
"Sensitive," he husked.
"Mmmm, I bet." She went in for another, bigger suck, using her tongue to wash his member. Feeling him soft in her mouth was new and interesting. The formerly powerful organ was reduced to floppy meat. Licking and sucking her way, she made it to his balls, which were also wet. Popping one in her mouth, she gently rolled it around before doing the same for the other one. Genitals clean, if still wet, Carol returned to his shoulder.
"Do you need to get back to Becca soon?"
"Um, no. She told me to stay, to make up for lost time."
"How long? Not to appear greedy, but can you go again before you go?"
Andy took his arm away from his eyes. "She told me to stay the night, if it's okay with you."
"Oh! Well, sure, that's fine. You can stay in your room; the sheets might need changing..."
"I can't just stay here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
It honestly hadn't even occurred to her. Why couldn't he sleep in her bed? "Yes, you can. I'd like that." she said, softly.
She lay and cuddled Andy, letting his sperm soak, until she had to get up to go pee. From the ensuite, she called out, "Do you want to get some dinner?"
"Yep, I'm famished," he called back.
She heard rustling as he got dressed. When she came back in the room, he walked up to her and hugged her. "I missed you."
Carol laughed. "I could tell."
He let her go and leaned down, sucking her nipples in turn. "And I missed you, and you..." He got on his knees and spun her around. "And you and you," he finished with a kiss on each ass cheek.
"Goofball, get up and go find the delivery menus," she said, smacking him on the shoulder.
He grinned and did so, leaving her to get dressed. Most of her son's baby batter had dripped from her in the toilet just now, but more would come. She put on panties and a flowing skirt, coupled with a thin blouse and no bra. Leaving the top button undone to show plenty of cleavage to go with her protruding nipples, she went to join her son.
Without the urgency of having to eke out as much sex as she could in a short time, Carol was able to relax and enjoy an evening with her son. They chose Chinese from a local place and had it delivered while cuddling on the couch, perusing Netflix.
Just a short time ago, she'd never have contemplated such an intimate position, but now it felt natural to lean into his larger frame and make herself at home. He held the remote in one hand and her waist in the other, and they discussed what to watch.
When the food came, they ate in the kitchen, in comfortable silence until he asked, "Who was the guy who hit on you?"
"Oh, it's funny. He was just a random guy in the hotel restaurant, but I let him sit at my table. It turned out he was the auditor for my client, so we ate dinner together. He was a nice guy; a widower like me."
"Yeah? Sounds like a bit more than being hit on."
"It was more friendly than predatory. We hung out a bit."
"Did you, that is, um, well you know."
"Did we have sex? No, I didn't feel that way about him. He was a comfortable person, but our dynamic lacked a certain passion. It was more like friends hanging out."
Silence reigned. Andy toyed with his food for a bit until he looked up at her with wide eyes and said, "I know exactly what you mean. I love Becca, but she is more of a friend than a lover. I enjoy spending time with her, but you...mom, you set my soul on fire. I've been avoiding saying anything, because where can it all go? But honestly, since the first time, all I want to do is make love to you. I want to be in you and feel your reactions and hear your moans and sighs and make you come and come and come." He finished with a slightly wild look, face red with the force of his emotion.
Carol felt her body wake up again. She stood up, abandoning her half-eaten dinner and walked around to her son. Even sitting down, his head was close to her standing height. She could see a bulge in his pants. "If you want me, take me," she said, simply.
Andy stood and stepped up to her, looking down into her eyes. "I liked it when you were bent over in my room," he said. "When you stood there, pussy dripping, waiting for my cock. The sound you made, trying to be quiet, but unable to stifle the moan when I took you."
Carol's pussy responded to his dominating stance, and low voice. "Follow me in one minute."
Turning, Carol trotted to the stairs and to his room, dropping her skirt and bending over at his bed. Once again, she listened for the telltale footsteps. Seconds ticked over and turned into minutes, until she started to wonder what had happened to him. Then she heard it: the quiet tread on the stairs - slower than usual. He was teasing her! Each footstep brought him closer, and ramped up her anticipation.
He entered the room and stepped up behind her, but didn't touch her. Carol arched her back, pushing her butt out to tempt him, but he didn't bite. Just when her desire peaked and she thought she might break, his hands landed on her panties, and he slowly pulled them down. She looked down, between her legs, and watched her sticky panties pull away from her labia, a string of her lube and his semen clinging between them.
Liking the slow tease, but impatient to feel him inside, Carol lifted her leg up out of her panties as soon as she could, spreading open for him. Chewing on her lip, she closed her eyes and waited for the feel of him there.
Andy's hands returned to her hips before roaming over her ass, squeezing her flesh. When he smacked her cheek, she let out a little peep of surprise. The sting tingled but didn't hurt. He repeated the smack on her other cheek, the tingling spreading out in waves like her jiggling butt.
Strong hands back on her hips, and then she felt it - the tap of his cock brushing against her gaping vulva. It came again, a longer brush, a firmer touch. She held her breath, determined to stay silent, until he pushed a little, forcing his mushroom head into her, shattering her discipline.
"Ohhhh...." she breathed, lungs emptying as her cunt filled up.
Teasing over, Andy pushed in her all the way, and then commenced fucking her with full strokes, while she did her best to keep quiet. "It's okay, Mom, let it out."
"Ohhhhh...Andyyyy...aaahhhhhhh," she cooed, happy to give voice to her pleasure.
Andy continued to pound into her, the percussive slap-slap-slap of their mating joining her cries. Before long, her internal spring wound up tight, Carol came on her son's cock while urging him on, "Come in me. Come in your Mommy's pussy, I want you to knock me up. Make a baby in me, do it, fill me up with your seed and make me a new Mommy."
Her words had the desired effect, and from behind her she heard him groan, pushing in deep. He joined his ejaculate with hers, their juices mingling in her body, the opening in her cervix sucking up their wonderful cocktail and delivering it to her womb.
Legs shaky, Carol sank to his bed again. It hadn't been long since they'd last done this exact method, and yet it felt like forever. She curled up on the bed, and purred when Andy cuddled up behind her, wrapping his arm around her middle, cupping a tit. They lay there for some time, him idly playing with her nipples and kissing her neck and shoulder.
"I've been having thoughts," she said, rolling onto her back.
"Mmhmm," he replied, leaning down to suck her thick nipple into his mouth.
"Ahh, stop, I can't think while you're doing that," she laughed, smacking at his head. When he let her bud go with a slurp, she continued. "I've been having thoughts along the lines of what you said. Intrusive thoughts of this never stopping. Meeting Doug made me realize that my life isn't over, and I can enjoy the rest of it with someone. But I don't want someone; I want you. I don't know where this can go, either. I just know that I've never felt this way about someone, and I can't get enough of you."
"What do we do?" her son asked.
"I don't know. Becca is probably aware that I'm ovulating right now, or should be. Stay the weekend and we can talk about it...among other things."
"Other things?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, stop, you can't possibly be ready to go already."
He laughed, and said, "No, but it won't be long. Shall we go back to the couch? Finish dinner? Lay here some more?"
"Dinner, then Netflix, then chill."
The plan went perfectly, and then it was bedtime. The 'chill' was taken to her bed, where they cuddled up, nude as jaybirds. At some point, Andy had discovered that she had a weak point in her nipples. She watched from her back as he pulled at her teats with lips and fingers, the tender buds broadcasting signals to her pussy, sending her libido into overdrive.
An itch built in her, a need for him to take her, and she grabbed his cock, squeezing his length and making him moan.
Carol spread her legs slowly, and her son crawled between them, cock bobbing along. He leaned over her, strong arms braced by her sides, and looked down at her expectantly, a smirk on his face. Whining, she grabbed him and pulled him to her, hastily swabbing his mushroom head through her labia to lube him up before placing him at her entrance.
When he pushed, Carol lost all sense of where they were. She let out a breathy moan, pulling at him with both hands to get him deep in her as fast as possible. The wonderful sense of fullness returned. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling his lightly haired smooth skin. Feeling like she was where she should be, she looked up at her son with a radiant smile.
"I love feeling you in me," she sighed, rolling her hips to feel his pelvis rub on her clit. Grabbing his head, she pulled him in, pressing her lips to his, searching out his tongue with hers. He responded passionately, and for several minutes the two lovers rocked together on his bed, necking and fucking.
They hadn't had sex like this: a slow coupling with maximum contact. He rarely pulled out, just pressing and rubbing, and Carol could soon feel it; her impending orgasm approaching with each surge of his hips, each press of his cock into her depths. Near the edge, her motions got wilder and Andy responded in kind. He let off their kiss and started a full fuck, putting extra effort into it, the squeaks of the bed proclaiming his labour.
"Andy...I'm going...ohhhHHHH..." Carol moaned, each successive cry getting louder until he covered her mouth with his again. Fingers hooked, she held onto his shoulders while her body tensed and trembled, waves of sexual energy radiating to every part of her body. She came, tensing around him and under him.
Andy kept fucking her, splintering her orgasm into several mini ones, all dragged out by the feel of him inside of her, his throbbing cock stroking her thrumming nerves. The sound of him slamming into her wet pussy joined the creaks of the bed. Eventually she relaxed, and her mind turned to him, to that magical moment when he spilled himself into her. "Please, come for me baby. I want to feel you go in me."
As usual, her words spurred him on, until he did as she asked, and came. Carol cradled his head to her, letting her soft body pillow his rigid one as he spurted his seed into her fertile womb.
Carol wallowed in the post-coitus euphoria, rubbing her hands up and down Andy's back while he suckled on a fat nipple. Eventually he shifted, and his limp cock pulled from her, a puddle of their combined lust quickly forming under her ass. He lay his head down on the pillow next to her, cuddling up to her side before falling into a deep sleep.
***
Saturday dawned with the incestuous couple still entwined under the sheets. Carol woke first, feeling the dried remnants of their sticky love crumbling on her thighs as she stretched. Andy woke next, yawning and smacking his lips. He looked over at her and smiled.
"That's a welcome view," he said.
"You're not so bad yourself." She moved again, and winced at an ache in her groin. "Ohhh, I don't think I've ever had that much sex in one day. You broke me."
"I had five days buildup to dump in you," he teased with a smirk.
"I hope you have more, because we have the whole weekend, and Momma's baby factory is open for business."
"I'm working on it right now," he confirmed, giving his balls a jiggle.
Carol giggled and leaned over, putting her lips up to his sack. "Hey, Andy's sperm. You wanna make a baby? Get ready, he's going to shoot you in me soon." She kissed his sack lightly, the sparse hairs tickling her lips. To her delight, his penis stirred, rolling and straightening. She looked up at her son, who was looking back with an amused expression.
"Well? Now what are you going to do with it?" he asked.
"I guess it is my fault." So saying, she climbed over him and straddled his middle before aiming his cock at her pussy and sitting down. The ache of his head easing her sore pussy open was soon replaced with pleasure, and she rode him until she came and collapsed into a heap. Too tired to move, she just lay on his chest while he growled and grabbed her thick thighs, fucking up into her until he came.
"Mmmm," she purred on his chest. "I can feel you shooting. I love it."
It had been years since Carol had last had morning sex. Waking up and rolling over to find a horny partner was a thrill everyone should experience. She could feel herself drifting back to sleep when Andy pushed at her, saying, "I have to pee!"
Carol giggled and rolled off of her son, letting him trot to the bathroom. It was a few long moments before the sound of his pee hitting the water came tinkling into the room.
Unbelievably, mother and son actually felt sated and instead of lying in bed, got up to start the day. They ate breakfast and then faced each other across the table. "Now what?" Andy asked.
"Now, I want your help to go shopping for maternity clothes. I won't need them for a while, but it can't hurt to go looking for sales."
"Lead the way! Ohhh, wait. Should we ask Becca to come with us?"
Carol felt torn but knew the answer. "Yes, we should. You call her, I'll get showered."
After her shower, she contemplated what to wear to go shopping with her daughter in law. She decided on a skirt for ease of removal, and a thick bra to hide her swollen nipples, still plump from the morning romp. Her blouse was also a conservative cut, as she didn't want to call attention to her assets around Becca. When she came back downstairs, fresh and clean, she asked Andy, "Well? Is she going to meet us?"
"Yes, but I had to explain why we weren't using the time 'better'. It's not easy to say, 'I need a break from fucking my mom because she's so sexy I came in her four times since yesterday'."
Carol chuckled darkly, glad it wasn't her that had to explain it. She walked up and tiptoed to kiss him lightly before saying, "I know you were exaggerating for effect, but what you just said made me cream in my panties a little. Or maybe it was your cream dripping from me. Either way, you made a mess in my panties. Now go have a shower, you stink. You can use the extra toothbrush in the drawer."
Andy went to his car and grabbed a bag with clothes before going to get cleaned up. Becca had made him take it with him, 'just in case'. Once cleaned, they made their way to a mall between their houses and met up with the future mom.
As Carol and her son walked down the hallway towards the food court where they would meet Becca, she couldn't help but feel like they were a couple. They didn't touch, or look at each other, but their distance felt...intimate. She took a step away, trying to dispel the illusion. Andy looked over a question on his face.
"Just trying to make it look like we're not...you know. More like we're mother and son."
"Ah. You know she knows, right?"
"Conceptually. She doesn't know the lurid details, or how close we've become, does she? I was under the impression she looked at this as transactional."
"She does...but she's made some comments..."
Carol's response was cut short as Becca found them. She was also wearing a blouse and skirt, which had the unfortunate effect of making her look like Carol's daughter...or like Andy had a harem of sister-wives.
"There you two are! Are you ready to do some shopping?" Becca said with a bright smile.
Carol looked at Andy briefly before saying, "Absolutely!"
An hour in, she briefly thought about taking pity on Andy and giving him a break from the nonstop chatter and browsing, except he wasn't the one who was going to grow as big as a whale. He could suffer a few hours following his wife and mother to get her clothes.
When they called a halt, having plumbed every clothing store in the mall, they went to grab some lunch, ending up at one of the 4 top tables, each with a tray in front of them. Carol and Andy started in right away, but Becca paused to put her hands together, whispering a brief prayer before joining them.
"I've been meaning to ask, how religious are you, Becca? I only ask because Andy isn't, and I don't remember it coming up before...sorry if this is insensitive."
Becca shook her head. "It's fine. I don't mind talking about it. It's true that I wasn't practicing much when I met Andy. It's only since the troubles that I've gotten back into it. I find it comforting, because so much of my childhood was spent around the church."
"Where was that?" Carol asked, picking at her fries.
"It's a little community in southern BC, you might not know it. Bountiful?"
Carol shook her head, as it didn't ring a bell.
"Anyway, we were a close-knit community, with what you might call more traditional gender roles. There was some trouble, and I moved away, deciding to keep the more wholesome bits. Prayer and introspection."
"And the gender roles?"
"Andy and I share the household chores, and he cooks often enough. If you're thinking of my role in your journey to conception, I'm doing a lot of the domestic stuff because Andy has his part set out and it needs his whole focus." She gave her husband a pointed stare, but it was clear how much the young woman loved him.
Seeing her daughter in law's love up close made Carol suddenly feel self conscious about the extent she was 'stealing' her son from her. She only had Andy's word to go on regarding her behaviour when it came to sex...maybe she should go straight to the source? "After we're done, Becca and I are going to check out the more intimate stores, and there's no men invited. You can go check out some other places while we shop; we'll let you know when we're done," she told Andy.
He nodded, mouth full. Becca looked surprised, but didn't comment.
When they were done, they bussed their trays and the women headed towards Victoria Secret. Carol laid it out. "I have to ask again. Are you sure it's not a burden for Andy to be away so much? It must be hard not to have him around...although he did say you don't seem interested in him intimately."
To her surprise, Becca looked at her with tears in her eyes. Carol quickly ushered the woman into a service corridor, away from the bustle of people going by. "I'm sorry!" she said. "Am I wrong? I'll beat him within an inch of his life if he handed me a line!"
The young woman sobbed, "I try so hard to be what he needs, but it's just not there! My body won't let it happen. I'm broken, I know it, and I can't even satisfy my own husband!"
"Sh-sh-shhhh," Carol soothed, hugging Becca's shoulders. "You're not broken, you just might not know what you want. Tell me, do you love Andy?"
"Yes, of course!"
"And do you never feel sexual desire? Or is it just Andy you don't desire?"
"Uhh, what do you mean?"
"God, I can't believe we're having this conversation in a mall. Look, do you ever get worked up, horny?"
"I'm not sure..." the woman was blushing now, furiously.
An idea had occurred to Carol after Andy described trying to be intimate with his wife, but she hadn't mentioned it to him. Carol looked her daughter in law in the eyes. "Are you gay?"
"What? No, what a vile thing to ask me. Never ask me that again!"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Have you ever felt tingly when looking at a woman?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, hang on, you've got a little thread here," Carol said, reaching for Becca's collar. Cupping the young woman's neck, she pulled her close, and planted a scorching kiss on her lips. They stayed like that for eternal seconds, the older woman giving her best while the younger stayed firm...and then softened. With a little moan, her lips melted into Carol's and the kiss was returned with heat.
A fellow mall-goer walked past them in the side hall, clearing his throat, waking the two women up. They separated, soft lips moist and red. Becca's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone with interest.
"You might not be gay, but that was a great kiss," Carol said. "And you felt it," she pointed at the woman's chest. For the first time, Carol could see two bumps poking from Becca's thick shirt.
Suddenly shy, Becca covered her chest and looked away. "I am attracted to Andy, my body won't let it happen."
Carol sighed, and said, "Alright, fine. I believe you. Do you want to go shopping for some bras and panties with me? Or go find your husband? I could use your help..."
Becca shrugged one shoulder.
"Let's go!" Carol set off.
In the store, Carol led Becca from rack to rack, picking up pretty bras and panties, asking if she liked any of them. The young woman didn't respond much, but she noted lingering gazes.
At one point, deep in the store, Becca asked, "Why did you do that?"
"What, kiss you? I know it's a bit extreme, but I was curious." Carol kept looking through the racks.
"I didn't like it, you know."
"I think you did. I know I did."
"I thought you liked men."
"I do! Ha, Becca I love men. I just think women have a lot to offer, and don't pass up the opportunity to dabble. I wouldn't say I'm bi, but there's a healthy chunk of curious in me. What do you think of this bra?" She held up a demi cup bra trimmed with lace, fitting it to her chest over her shirt.
Becca blushed even more and looked away.
"Okay, that's a winner. What about these panties? They're a little small, but they would show off my hips." She held them to her crotch until Becca looked. Somehow she got even redder.
"Two for two! Okay, time to try the bra on." She went to the change rooms, dragging Becca behind her. Grabbing an empty room, she took pity and left the young woman outside to wait.
Changing swiftly, to not give her daughter in law time to think about leaving, Carol soon had the new bra on, and tucked her breasts into the cups. They weren't quite big enough, but worked well enough to get a second opinion. Tossing the door open, she thrust her chest out to Becca. "What do you think?"
"Eeep!" she squeaked, eyes going wide.
"I thought so, too. Can you go grab me one with a bigger cup?"
Becca shook her head furiously. A clerk nearby heard and offered to go get it instead. With the bigger size in hand, Carol went back in and changed. It was perfect. She contemplated showing Becca, but felt she'd pushed a bit hard already.
Purchases in hand, Carol and Becca went to the checkout before going to find Andy. It was a bit of a walk, which went by in silence. "You're going to have to tell him," she said. "He's been very patient with you, even going so far as to be with me to produce a baby for you. It's the least you can do for the guy."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not gay."
"I won't say anything for now. You give it some thought, about what it might mean to live your true self. Andy will support you no matter what, and telling him doesn't mean you have to lose him. Remember, he's already been dealing with the marriage as it is. I daresay finding out you're a lesbian might be a relief for his ego."
They reached Andy's store without any more comments, and were soon on their way, purchases in hand. Becca went to her car, and mother and son went to theirs. At her house, Carol said, "I'm feeling a bit worn out after all that shopping. I think I'll take a nap. Meet up for dinner?"
Andy shrugged. "Sure, I can watch some baseball."
"You do that," she said, leaning up to kiss him softly on the mouth.
"You sure you don't want company?" he asked, a bit of hope in his tone.
"Not yet, but I'll let you know. Wake me up in an hour," she threw back over her shoulder, heading upstairs.
The afternoon revelation weighed on Carol's mind. She felt a bit bad about forcing a kiss on her daughter in law, but her reaction spoke volumes. She knew the kiss and teasing was over the line, but she had to know! For her son's sake, if anything.
She lay down on her bed, closing her eyes to rest. A while later she was woken by the bed shifting and she rolled her upper body to see Andy crawling towards her, completely naked, a hard cock hanging down between his legs.
"Oh, that's how you were going to wake me?" she asked. "What a treat."
"Stay there," he directed, coming up behind her and spooning up. His erection poked her back.
Carol felt herself react to the feel of her son's looming presence behind her. He fumbled at her skirt, lifting it, and she helped by pushing her panties down. With one large hand, he lifted her upper leg and shoved his cock between her thighs.
"Ugh," she grunted, when he thrust into her, working his hips to bury himself as far as he could. Carol grabbed a tit, squeezing it, dropping her hand to her clit. She played with herself, occasionally reaching down to feel her son's wide cock where it plunged into her.
"That's it," he huffed into her ear. "Put your fingers on either side."
She did as directed, and he groaned, still fucking into her. With a final lunge, he came, filling his mother with his load all over again. She hadn't come, but didn't mind. He'd needed a quickie, and she was happy to give it to him.
Pulling out of her, he rolled onto his back, juices dribbling from her. Carol pulled her panties back up, sealing his come inside as best she could before rolling to cuddle up. She traced all over his chest, running her hands over his sparse hair and fiddling with his nipples, flicking them with her nails to make him grunt.
Carol imagined the pool of semen inside of her working its way up to her womb and finding a fertile egg to join with. Did they just make a baby with a quickie? When she'd soaked enough, she got up to make some dinner, leaving Andy to lay naked on the bed.
The rest of the weekend was low key. They fucked, rutted, made love, and generally wore each other out for the next 24 hours. Finally, Sunday afternoon, worn out and cuddling on the couch, Carol said, "We haven't discussed what to do when I get pregnant."
A long pause. "Nope."
"I'm not stealing you from her, let's get that straight."
"I don't want you to...but I don't want to stop," he sighed.
"Yeah...but between your mom and your wife, you have to choose her. She's your future." It broke Carol's heart to say it, but she knew she was right.
Andy didn't respond.
After dinner he headed back home to be ready for work on Monday, leaving behind a mother so full of sperm she swore she could hear herself slosh when she walked.
Andy continued his daily visits, somehow taking longer each time, laying in his mother's arms after each extended baby making session. He stayed over on the weekends, neither acknowledging the future, but each doing their best to make a child that would end their time together.
***
Of course, it all had to end. Andy wasn't her husband, and there was an end date to their bliss. With the amount of sperm he'd been dumping into her on a daily basis, it was no surprise to Carol when, six weeks after first bending over for him, she missed her period.
She was sitting in her bathroom, on the toilet, staring at the + sign on the pregnancy test thoughtfully provided by Becca. They'd done it. Knocked her up, put a bun in her oven, yadda yadda. The goal of this entire venture, and they'd succeeded. New life was growing in her womb. She should be happy. But all she felt was sadness that the passion and connection she had found with her son was going to go away. How could it continue?
There wasn't any way to avoid it: she had to call and tell them.
"Mom?" Andy said, picking up right away.
"It worked," she said, simply.
"You're pregnant?"
Carol nodded, though he couldn't see her. "Yes."
"Oh, Mom, that's great news. Becca! We did it! Our baby is on the way!" he called out.
"Congratulations," Carol whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. She hung up and went to the living room, curling into a ball on the couch, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Doug may have shown her she had options, but she didn't want options. She wanted her son.Her Son's Surrogate Pt. 03
He'd gotten her pregnant, now what?
Fifteen minutes was how long it took to drive between their houses - Becca made it in ten. Not even bothering to knock, she burst in the door and practically threw herself at Carol's prone body, hugging her tight. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou," the young woman said into her shoulder.
After a second, Becca pulled away and saw the state Carol was in. "You're crying!" She looked up behind Carol, shock on her face. "She's crying! Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?"
"Are you okay, Mom?" came Andy's voice behind her.
Carol's sobs picked up. She didn't want to see her son right then. Couldn't. But there was no way to say it, so she simply cried, hoping they would go away.
"Mom," Andy said, coming around the couch to sit down on the edge in front of her. "What's going on?"
Unable to hold it in any longer, she just let it all out, hoping they'd go away. "It's all over! You're going back to your wife, and I'm just going to be here all alone, getting fat and ugly, with no one!"
"No," Becca said firmly. "You're not."
"No, Mom. You're not." Andy stood up and went to the door, and Carol heard wheels dragging. "Becca's been planning. You're not going to be alone. In fact, you'll probably wish you were, before long."
Carol sat up to see Andy dragging two large suitcases.
He gestured with them. "These have been packed since the first weekend I stayed over."
She wiped her face, the tears drying up. "I suppose...I suppose you could stay in your room. The bed's not that big, but we could get a bigger one for you."
Andy looked at his wife. "It's your idea," he told her.
Becca said, "I've seen his old room, and a bigger bed won't really fit. I'll stay in his bed, and he can sleep in yours...if that's okay."
Carol looked between them, confused.
"I've seen the way you two look at each other. Andy is so happy now. My baby is growing in your tummy, and I think you need him...I don't mind if you keep lifting your skirt, seeing as I can't."
Ignoring the odd turn of phrase, Carol said, "What about your needs? Have you thought about...?"
Becca blushed furiously. "I have. Andy and I spoke about it. We are not making any changes in our lives." She looked up at her husband with adoring eyes.
"None? Not even experimenting a little? Finding a nice woman to kiss?"
"None."
"If you change your mind," Andy said.
"I won't!" shouted Becca. "Just drop it."
Carol reached for her daughter in law, pulling her close. "We love and accept you as you are," she whispered into her ear. Becca's rigid body softened, and she returned the hug briefly.
"Thank you," she said, calmer. "Can we get to unpacking? I need to get some lunch going, and my bed won't make itself."
"I can handle lunch, you just settle in," suggested Carol.
Becca gave her a stern look. "I cannot be firmer with this. Your entire job is to rest and grow my daughter. I will be taking over the household chores, with Andy's help. His job is to ensure you are relaxed and happy, and if I hear you're not, there will be hell to pay."
"Yes, Ma'am," quipped Carol, with a smile. Her daughter-in-law's timidity when it came to sex was matched by her fire when it came to anything else.
"Good, now is there anything you need? Tea? Back rub? Andy can run you a bath."
Carol felt an inane urge to giggle, but stifled it. "Um, I think I'm okay for now. I might just go for a walk...sort out my head. This is all new."
"Excellent idea. Exercise is good for the baby." With that, Becca grabbed her bag and headed upstairs, leaving Carol with her son.
Carol's head was reeling with the sudden changes to her life and home, but was still concerned about her son's marriage. "You two spoke? About what, exactly?"
Andy shrugged. "She told me about what happened in the mall. She said it was nice, but that she loved me. She kissed me, which she hasn't done in a while, but ran out of the room right after, which is par for the course."
"Is this okay with you? This whole thing?" She gestured to his suitcase.
"You know it is, but if you want me to say it..." He leaned in and spoke in her ear, low and slow, "I can't wait to see our baby grow in your tummy as I wake up next to you each morning. If it's possible for you to get double knocked up, well, I'll be trying for that, too."
Carol had always thought swooning was a made up thing, but her son's words and voice made her world tilt for a second. She stood and stepped in close, slinking her arms around his chest. She kissed him, deep and long, and all she could think about was the new life growing in her womb, planted by her son's virile seed. Planted by the thick cock now pressing against her - an awkward cough from the direction of the stairs broke the spell.
"Sorry," Carol said, as she let her son go, cheeks burning.
"It's, um, to be expected, I just didn't think so soon..." Becca said, standing at the bottom stair. Her face and ears were red.
Carol realized she had no idea how long her daughter-in-law had been watching. "I guess we should establish some boundaries."
"This is all about you," Becca stressed. "If you need a kiss to feel better, you can have a kiss. If I have a problem, I'll leave."
"That's not okay, you'll be living here too! Andy and I can control ourselves. If I need a kiss, I'll ask him to...I don't know, help me with a lightbulb in the bedroom."
"There's only so many lightbulbs in there," Becca said, her mouth quirking in a smile.
"What if Becca needs a kiss?" Andy asked.
Carol looked at the young woman, expecting an outburst, but not getting one. "Well, if she needs a kiss, she can ask for help with a lightbulb in her room." She went to get her shoes and coat to go for her walk.
A half hour later, when she got in, Andy and Becca were unpacked and fully at home in her house. Sounds came from the kitchen and the TV room, and she couldn't help but feel a swell of love to hear her home full of life again.
***
There were a few bumps along the way, but were quickly smoothed out by talking as a group. Within a few weeks, the trio were humming along as a family.
Carol managed to convince Becca that she needed to help around the house for her own mental wellness, and so a few light chores were set aside for her. Andy spent every night in her bed, and they frequently made love. He was gentle with her, keeping his weight off of her, which she understood, but missed feeling. He also was less rough with his thrusting, causing her to beg him to fuck her hard, but he never did.
Becca got into a routine around the house, keeping it clean and well kept. The young woman didn't work, and had plenty of time to not only care for the house, but also Carol.
Weeks turned into a month, and then two, and then three. Carol's belly firmed up, swelling to accommodate the new life within her. She had regular doctor visits, who confirmed everything was progressing well. At 12 weeks, she was sent for an ultrasound.
The day of the appointment, Andy and Becca went with her, but at the last minute, Becca chickened out. "I can't do it. I'm too nervous. I'll wait for you in the car."
"Are you sure?" Carol asked. She glanced at Andy, who shrugged his confusion.
Becca nodded. "Yes. I...I don't want to see. I'm sure she's perfect, but I want to wait for when she is born. Does that make sense?"
Carol smiled. "Of course. Everything's fine, I'm sure. We'll be back in a while."
They left her in the car, which felt weird to Carol, and went into the clinic. When they were called up, she asked the technician, "Is my son allowed to come in with me? Um, the father isn't around, and I'd like his support."
"If you like," the young woman said, smiling at Andy.
They went into the exam room and Carol pulled her shirt up, exposing her belly. The ultrasound tech put some gel on her skin before running the wand over her slightly distended flesh. When the wand was in the right place, she turned the volume on, and mother and father heard the heartbeat of their child for the first time. The tech moved her wand around a bit, and then they heard...a second heartbeat.
"Congratulations, you have twins!" said the tech.
Carol looked at Andy, who just stared back. "Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes, definitely. Twin heartbeats, very strong."
"Wow...I didn't expect that." Carol thought of all the times her son had fucked her, and the sperm he'd put in her. He'd been true to his word, and made her double pregnant. She knew volume didn't come into the creation of twins, but somewhere in there he'd done an extra good job. She looked at her son, who gave her a smug grin back.
The tech made some notes and printed off some pictures while Carol cleaned her belly off. Andy was extra solicitous on the walk to the car where Becca was waiting.
"What's going on? Is everything okay?" she demanded, seeing Andy's care.
"Yes, we're doing just fine. All three of us," Carol said, with a grin, brandishing the black and white photos.
"Three?" Becca looked at her husband. "Twins?" He nodded. Becca rushed into Carol's arms, planting a big kiss on her mouth. The pregnant woman, shocked but pleased, returned the kiss until Becca pulled away. "Oh my god, sorry! I was just surprised. I'm so happy! Forget I did that!" she babbled.
"I certainly will not. Next time let me know you need help with a lightbulb," Carol grinned, pleased at the heat in her nethers.
"Bah! Let's go, I have some thinking to do."
The threesome headed home. Becca chattered on the way, planning for the extra baby. After a bit her chatter died down, and the car went silent. Then she blurted out, "We can't! We don't have room for two at home. There's no way!"
"We'll make do," Andy said, from the driver's seat.
Before they could debate the issue, Carol interjected, "You're not leaving after I give birth, are you? I, I'll still need help to recover, and the babies will need to feed. We can't commute for feeding sessions." She could feel a panic coming on at the prospect of being alone again. "There's only one solution. You'll just have to move into my house permanently."
Silence. "Are you sure, Mom?" Andy asked after a bit.
"You'll need my help with two babies, I have the room, and besides, I have lots of light bulbs to replace."
The immediate future settled, days floated on by. When Carol was four months along, she had an obvious belly bump. Two babies growing demanded more room, and she was feeling the strain at only half way. Becca made sure she ate healthy with plenty of supplements, and by a miracle, the only growth Carol had so far was in her belly and tits.
The extra weight did put pressure on her hips, and Carol had started taking baths to relax. It was Andy's job to draw the bath, making sure the water wasn't too hot.
"Your bath awaits, milady," Andy said, bowing at his waist, one weekend afternoon.
"Thank you, Jeeves. I'll take it in the drawing room," she said, waving her hand.
Andy laughed, crossing his eyes. "I think you can only take it in the bathroom."
"Sighhhh, fine." Carol made to get up from the couch, immediately assisted by her son.
They went to the bathroom, and he stared at her while she undressed. She made a game of drawing it out, hiding her bits until she couldn't hide them anymore. Andy's eyes followed her tits and ass, and her pussy when she stepped into the bath.
"I have no more need of you, you may retire," she said, with a bored tone.
He bowed again, and said, "I'm actually headed out to get some things. Becca is downstairs if you need anything."
"Okay. I may need help with a lightbulb when you get back."
"As milady commands."
"You may need to loosen the bulb...with your mouth."
Andy's eyes shone and he grinned as he backed out of the room.
Carol luxuriated for a while, not really thinking, just sitting back with her eyes closed. There were a few bubbles in the water but not enough to hide anything. The tension in her back and hips eased and she started to play, running her hands along her body under the water.
Her boobs tended to float unless she sunk down far enough in the water or she held them down. Running her hands along her growing breasts, she noted how much darker her nipples were, and how thick they got when erect. She only had a vague memory of them from her first pregnancy.
As relaxing as the bath was, unless she had a book, they could get boring. She did have one on the go...but it wasn't there.
"Becca!" she called, hoping her daughter in law was close enough to hear.
A few moments later, she heard footsteps on the stairs, and the young woman popped her head in the door. "Yes?"
"Can you be a dear and bring me my book, it should be on the side table in the TV room."
Becca disappeared at once, and soon came back, book in hand. Carol held her hand out for it, but Becca hesitated to come closer, clearly embarrassed.
"I can't reach it from here," Carol laughed. When Becca didn't come closer, she sighed. "Oh, for heaven's sake, they're just tits. Here, I'll make it easier for you." She sat up in the bath, exposing her breasts, water streaming down their slopes and her nipples.
"Eep!" peeped Becca, holding her hand over her eyes.
"No book, then?" Carol asked.
Step by step, Becca walked closer, still covering her eyes, while holding the book out. Carol refused to take it, making the woman get close before standing up in the tub, showing off the same bits she'd shown her son earlier.
Carol ignored the outstretched book in hand. "Have you seen my belly recently?" the older woman asked. "You should. Your babies are growing in here, and you'll want them to get to know your voice, so you may as well get started now." Carol grabbed the girl's outstretched hand and yanked the book from her. She placed the empty hand on her belly and held it there.
Becca froze, hand on warm, wet tummy, only an inch away from her babies. After a moment, she moved her hand, stroking soft skin.
"That's it," soothed Carol. Taking Becca's hand in hers, she gently guided her around her protruding womb. Shivers hit her at the feel of the soft hand, so different from Andy's rough one. "Feel all of me. It's okay." She let go of the hand, and it kept roaming.
Becca refused to look, but she felt. Carol stood, dripping, the air in the bathroom cool compared to the water, but she knew this was important. At one point, Becca's hand strayed south, grazing pubic hair, and she yanked her hand back.
Not wanting to push the girl too far, Carol said, "Thank you for the book." She sat back down into the warm water.
Becca turned and wordlessly left the room.
Carol mused about the girl. Her insistence on not being drawn into lesbianism was fascinating, and she couldn't help but tease her. It wasn't fair, really, but living a lie wasn't fair either. If she could come to terms with her sexuality, wouldn't she be happier? Less conflicted?
Abandoning the thought, Carol opened her book.
The next day, she made a point of grabbing Becca and sitting her down on the couch. "Meet your babies," she commanded. Without nudity on display, Becca felt comfortable looking and touching, but it took Carol's insistence to get her to put her face against her belly.
"Are you sure? I don't have to," Becca said.
"Of course I'm sure. Talk to them. Sing a song. Listen for their heartbeats."
Hesitantly, Becca did, putting her cheek and ear against Carol's baby bump. "Hello?" she said, tentatively. "Can you hear me? It's your mom." The reality seemed to hit her then, as her voice cracked. "My babies. I'm here."
They stayed like that for some time, until Becca sat up, leaving an earprint on Carol's skin. "We'll do that every day," stated Carol. Becca just nodded, wiping her face.
When Andy came home, Carol sat him down as well, and he was soon talking to her belly.
The next day, they did it together, one on each side, and they sang a lullaby together. Carol joined in, their three voices creating one harmony.
Carol still worked, although she was getting tired more easily. Whenever anyone asked about her pregnancy, she told them the father wasn't in the picture and her son and his wife were going to adopt.
The weekend after the prospective parents started talking to Carol's womb, Becca went out to get some groceries and Carol asked Andy to help her with a lightbulb. They lay in bed, naked, spooning, with Carol facing the door and a light blanket covering their bottom halves. Andy was pushing his hard cock into her from behind, holding her breasts, occasionally running his hand down her belly. It was slow, leisurely, more about the connection than the climax.
Carol closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of her son's hands and cock. His breath tickled the hair on her neck, his quiet grunts floating to her ears.
"Hold on...I just want to feel you in me," she husked, putting her hand on his and moving it to her belly.
They stayed like that for a while, until she started squeezing with her inner muscles, milking her son's cock. "Mom," he started, but she shushed him.
"Mom, Becca."
"Mmm, what about her? She's out."
"She's in the doorway."
Carol's eyes popped open, and there was her daughter-in-law, staring at the two of them, eyes locked onto her belly where their stacked hands were.
"You're beautiful," whispered Becca.
Andy stirred, as if to pull away, and Carol stopped him, holding his hand tight. "Fuck me slow, make my tits move, keep your head out of sight," she said, sotto voce. He did as she asked, pushing up into her with enough force to make her breasts roll.
Becca's eyes followed the motion, as if hypnotized.
Mother and son moved as one, spooned together. Carol held out her hand, beckoning her daughter in law to come feel her belly, not expecting her to do it. Happily, she did, coming to kneel down beside the bed and put her hand over theirs. Carol slipped hers from the stack and covered Becca's gently.
After a bit, she moved the three hands, circumnavigating her belly from top to bottom. Becca bit her lip when they got close to hair, so Carol steered clear. At the top, she moved under her breasts, making sure that her hand was the only one to touch, but making them move. Becca was fixated.
"My milk will come in here," Carol said, low and gentle. She moved her hand to her breast, cupping one and lifting it. "The babies will feed from me here." She pulled at her nipple, stretching the rigid bump out. Becca almost bolted, but Carol just smiled and said, "It's okay. The babies will be feeding a lot, you may as well get used to it."
Slowly, gently, Carol took the young woman's hand in hers, leaving her son's on her belly. Guiding the soft, delicate hand to her breast, she placed it on her plump orb. "Mmm, your hand feels nice. I like your touch, so gentle. Here," she carefully moved Becca's finger to her nipple, running it over the bumpy nub. "That's it. When my milk comes in, you'll be able to make it come out by doing exactly what you're doing now."
Andy had stopped fucking, but he was still hard and deep in his mother. She knew he was enjoying this.
Carol examined Becca's face, trying to see how much she could push. Deciding this was enough, she let Becca's hand go, returning to her son's on her belly. "I'm afraid Andy's been quite patient with me, and he's going to need to finish. You can stay, if you like. It's up to you. I find that feeling him climax in me while we hold our babies is incredibly erotic, and I'd like you to share it."
She pushed back with her butt, commanding her stud to commence with the fucking. He did, pressing his cock into her vaginal sheath with enough force to make her cry out.
Becca didn't move, eyes fixed on Carol's expression, as she opened her mouth to moan. "Does it hurt the babies?" she asked.
Carol shook her head silently, enjoying the feel of her son fucking into her. Her body shook with each thrust, tits rolling, thighs quaking. She reached under the blanket, finding her soaked lips cradling her tingling clit. Two fingers rubbed, adding to the stimulation of the cock pushing into her from behind, until she came. Quivering and quaking, pinned on her son's cock, face wound up into a strained expression.
"I have to go," whispered Becca suddenly.
When she got to the door, Carol called out, "I'm available to help with your lightbulbs, remember."
Becca disappeared into the hall, heading in the direction of her room.
Behind her, Andy shoved his cock hard, shuddering and coming into her pussy. "Do you really think she'll ask you?" he asked, when he caught his breath.
"Mmmmm, I'm not sure. She's intrigued, but there's a mental lock there. Do you mind if she does ask?"
"Of course not!" He chuckled. "Does that interest you?"
"She's a lovely woman; just repressed. I'm curious what she has beneath those skirts and blouses. I don't generally go for women, but there have been a few notable exceptions. She is one of them."
"Who are the others?" Andy asked, intrigued.
"No one you know. College friends. You're not going to tell me what she's like naked? I know you've seen her."
"Ahm, well. Not actually. Just felt in the dark."
"What? You've never seen your wife naked?"
"She doesn't get naked. The few times we tried, she insisted on darkness, and she just lifted her skirt. It...was not great. She wasn't ready at all, and as soon as I started, she was in pain. Instant mood killer, whatever mood there was."
"Ohhh, no wonder you weren't a fan of me wearing the skirt at the start."
"Yep. I found out about these restrictions on our wedding night."
"Well, didn't you try to get her ready? I know she locks up, but you've tried other stuff, right? Oral? Fingers?" Carol still wasn't sure how her son had ended up marrying someone without finding out if they were sexually compatible, but didn't want to belabour the point.
"Nope. Nothing. She doesn't want it, insists it's not needed, and if I press, she leaves. It honestly seems like she doesn't want to do anything sexual...with me."
"Uh, yeah. Interesting. Maybe I'll ask her about it. In the meantime, you have me." She pushed her butt back at him, squishing his slippery limp cock between them. He pushed back.
"Yes, I do. I love you, Mom."
"I love you too."
***
The accidental coming together of the three of them in the bedroom seemed to have a benefit: Becca was less uptight about seeing Carol nude. A few times over the days afterwards she was changing and Becca happened to walk in on her. By the fifth time, Carol figured out the accidents were intentional. She didn't say anything, but was a little less careful about where she changed.
Several times, she spent time holding up various shirts and skirts while nude, looking at herself in the mirror, knowing that Becca was in the door watching her. Her pregnant body seemed to hold her daughter in law in a spell. She was careful not to surprise the woman or try to catch her staring, and if Carol did happen to turn to see her admirer, she just smiled and turned back to her fashion show.
Two weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, Carol was feeling the need for a bath. Andy was out, so she asked Becca to help draw it. She could surely do it for herself, but when she had such careful caretakers, why not take advantage?
Becca was checking the temperature of the water when Carol walked in and took off her robe, revealing her nude body. Becca turned, saying, "I'm almost done..." but stopped when she saw her. "Oh," she said.
"Don't worry, I have my book this time," Carol said. Stepping towards the bath, she was right next to the younger woman. "Oh!" she gasped, putting her hand against her belly. "One moved! I felt a kick!"
"Really? Where?" Any hint of alarm at seeing Carol naked dissipated.
Carol grabbed Becca's hand, putting it right where the jab had come. "Wait for it...maybe they'll do it again."
They stood there, toe to toe, clothed and naked, hands on bulging tummy, waiting breathlessly for a movement. When it came, it was in a different spot, directly on the top of her bump, so she moved their hands. "Here!"
Carol stared into her daughter-in-law's eyes, seeing the wonder she was feeling echoed back. A limb moved in her womb, and she moved with it, higher up, pressing their joined hands into her pendulous tit. The other woman's touch sent a thrill through her, hardening her nipple. Becca's gaze flickered down, to their hands, and back up again.
Carol smiled, "I'm happy you were here for this. It's the first time I felt them." She pulled harder, pressing hands into soft mammary before lifting them to her lips and kissing Becca's fingers. They stirred in her grip, not to get away, but to caress. Another lazy kiss, lips parting to taste flesh. Becca's face reddened, but she didn't pull away.
"Andy's stubble is so rough. I like a woman's soft mouth. Don't you?" Carol said.
Becca shrugged one shoulder, and it hit Carol that she would never ask. It was up to Carol to guide, push a little even. "Can you help me?"
"Of course," she replied automatically. "What do you need?"
"Come with me," Carol said, gently pulling Becca by the hand. She led her down the hall to Andy's old room, entering to see it had received the touch of a woman. Pink pillows, flowers in a vase, no more video game posters on the walls. Turning, she said, "Can you help me with the lightbulbs?"
"The...the lightbulbs?" Becca asked, looking up at the light.
"No...the lightbulbs." Carol leaned in, her naked belly pressing into the younger woman, and gave her a light peck on the lips. A brush, enough for breath to mingle and senses to tingle. When she didn't freak out, Carol did it again, longer with more contact.
Becca didn't react, but didn't run either. Taking it as a further good sign, she parted her lips, nipping at the girl's bottom lip before darting her tongue out for a taste. A hand landed on her distended belly, gentle and warm, cautiously light. She hummed her approval, and the hand moved up to cup her plump breast, brushing her nipple almost accidentally.
Carol felt herself react to the light touch, nipple crinkling into a thick, dark nucleus of sensitive tissue. A thumb found the nucleus, and she huffed into her kiss. She ran the tip of her tongue along the girl's pressed lips, hoping to be let in, to be tasted in return, but they stayed shut.
She'd just intended on extracting a kiss from her daughter in law, but they'd gone a bit further than that. Not knowing how far she could push, she chose discretion again. Pulling back from the kiss, she smiled and said, "Thank you for the help. I'll get in my bath, before it gets cold."
***
Month five arrived with a storm of kicking feet. Four little legs worked overtime to pound Carol's bladder, already weak from her first pregnancy. She didn't mind, knowing the joy those little toes would bring to their parents.
Already large, her breasts grew into another cup size. When it got to be too annoying going without bras, she went and bought some maternity ones, hoping they would contain her through the rest of her pregnancy and into the feeding. She didn't go for anything fancy, just off the shelf ones that were the right size, but she still needed to adjust them to her specific measurements.
Throwing the shopping bag on her bed, she took one out and drew it around her chest, hooking the latch in the front and spinning it around her torso. When she tried to pull the straps up over her shoulders, she found they were much too small. She hated this bit.
"I can help," said a voice.
"Hm?" Carol asked, turning to see Becca in her doorway. She smiled and said, "That'd be great, thank you."
With the young woman's help, they got the first bra adjusted. The cups had snaps at the top that when released let a flap open to release her breast without undoing the bra. "Have you seen how these work?" she asked, turning to Becca.
She unhooked a clasp, pulling the flap down. Her breast expanded with the loss of support, her nipple unfolding.
Becca gasped.
"I know, right? Pretty neat. Here, do this one," she said, softly, pointing to her still cupped tit. "If I'm feeding one baby, and don't have hands for the second one, you can help unhook me."
Becca's shaking hands lifted to the snap, slowly lowering the flap. She watched, rapt, as Carol's generous mammary was exposed to the bedroom air. The two women didn't speak, just watching the nipple unfold, and then slowly contract, mounding into a firm peak.
"They do that when Andy looks at them, too," she confided. "They know who they like," she giggled, causing both tits to wobble on her chest. "I liked what you did the other day, in your room...with your thumb. It feels so much better when someone else does it, and your longer nail feels wonderful."
In a trance, Becca lifted her hand, one thumb extended. They watched as she flicked it, the rock hard pap jiggling. Carol let out a sigh, and said, "Again."
Becca's thumb flicked again, and Carol's sigh turned into a moan. "You know what else Andy does? I wonder if you do it better too. He helps me practice nursing..."
Carol pulled at the top of a breast, causing it to tilt up, presenting her hard nipple to Becca. When the girl's head dipped a bit, she said, "That's it, just like the babies will."
"To practice?" Becca asked, looking at her face for the first time. Carol nodded. It feels good for me too, it relaxes me."
Mesmerized in her own right, Carol watched her daughter-in-law lower her mouth to her tit, pausing long enough for her to feel warm breath, and taking the tip of her nipple in. "Ohhhh, I was right, you are better than Andy. Your mouth is smaller. Careful with your teeth...mmmmm, but a little nip is okay. That's it, you can take more in..."
Carol put her hand lightly on Becca's ponytail, a gentle caress, and gave the smallest of encouraging pushes. The girl opened her mouth wider, taking more tit-flesh between her open lips.
"Now suck a little, hummmmm, that's it...harder...the babies will be hungry. OHhhhhhh, yessss, Becca that feels wonderful."
Becca cupped her breast in two hands, holding her steady as she sucked, drawing harder and harder.
"I love it, you're a great suckler. I will definitely ask for your help the next time I need to relax."
Becca let her teat go with a little smack, leaving it glistening and red. She looked up at Carol, face glowing. Unable to resist, knowing it might be a mistake, the older woman leaned in and pressed her mouth to the one that was just on her tit.
"Mmmmpphh!" Becca groaned, but didn't pull away. After a moment's hesitation, she closed her eyes and softened her mouth.
Carol put her hand on the girl's waist, and did the tongue trick on sealed lips. Another beat, and the lips parted enough for sweet saliva to kiss Carol's tongue. She sighed deep in her chest and leaned in for more. She was met with another moan from the other woman, a high pitched song that wound Carol's libido up several notches.
Despite pushing her luck, she didn't want to scare Becca, and went to pull away. To her shock, she was pursued, soft lips chasing down and capturing hers. This time it was Becca's turn to go for a taste, and tongue met tongue, sending a thrill through both women.
Becca let her pull away, and paused. "I know you think I'm a lesbian, but I'm not!"
"Honey, it's okay..."
"I'm not...I just can't have sex with a man!"
"Are you talking about your vaginismus? It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's not in your control."
Carol drew Becca to the bed, sitting her down next to her. "Andy said it was psychological? If you're not attracted to men, it makes sense that your mind would shut that down."
"I keep telling you, I am attracted to him, it's my body that gets in the way. My mother told me that my body will know what to do when the time comes. 'Turn off the lights and raise your skirts, and you'll get a nice surprise.' But my aunt said it wasn't always nice."
Carol stared at her daughter in law. What had she been taught? Reining in her knee jerk reaction, she instead asked, "Have you ever tried it nude, like Andy and I were?"
"My mom said she never had to do that, and that I shouldn't...I only suggested it for you because I was desperate." She blushed.
"What about foreplay? Kissing and touching?"
"Daddy said that foreplay is foul play."
The psychological issue at the core of Becca's vaginismus was suddenly, painfully clear. She'd been taught sex was not always nice, and had no idea what foreplay was. Carol would lock up in that situation too.
Carol hugged her daughter in law close, pulling her face into her chest. "I am so sorry," she said. "I've been treating you like you don't know your own mind. Please, please, please accept my apology!"
"Of course," came the muffled reply.
Carol let her go. "I thought for sure, with the way you reacted to me, and you not wanting to be with Andy...but you say you are attracted to him? And me?"
Becca nodded. "It's really confusing. Why do I like you if I like men?"
"Oh, honey. What did they teach you in Bountiful? You can like both, like me."
"Except I can't like both. My body locks up around Andy," she said, miserably.
"Yes, about that. Have you ever tried it, you know, solo? In private?"
Becca shook her head. "Pastor Duncan said -"
"It's a sin, yes I've heard that before." Carol quailed in the face of the amount of incorrect information her daughter in law had been raised on. Where did she start?
"Let's revisit that another time. Oh honey, I just feel awful knowing that you were wanting Andy, but couldn't. And here I am, stepping in and -"
"No!" Becca interrupted her. She looked down. "It hasn't been so bad. Seeing him happy, and you as well, has been a blessing. When I saw you and him together in your bed, it was truly the most beautiful thing. Your love shone through. I just know I could never do it."
"Not with the mental stuff going on upstairs. Let me ask, and I know it is personal, but we've gone past awkward. What were you feeling on your wedding night?"
"Love."
"No, I mean later, when it was time to lift your skirt."
"I was scared, mostly, in case it turned out to be a not nice surprise."
"And what did you feel, say, after the kiss in the mall?"
Becca couldn't meet her eyes. "Confused. Tingly. Warm. It's gotten stronger each time and I don't know what it means. I feel the same way when Andy kisses me, but it's stronger with him."
"It means you liked it. Your body liked it. When I kiss him, my body says: 'yes, please!' and gets ready for sex. Same as when he touches me. Without it, I would not want to be with him. I know it's what you were taught, but lifting your skirt in the dark is just barbaric!"
Becca burst into tears, and Carol hugged her to her chest again, cradling the young woman in her bosom.
Through thick tears, Becca blubbered, "I don't know what to do. I want to believe you, but I'm scared."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to make Andy happy."
"Here's another fact. Sex is about both of you being happy. Andy will be happy if you're happy. He makes me very happy when we are together, like when we were in bed."
"You didn't look happy; it looked like it hurt."
"Ohhh, far from it. I know you don't have a lot of knowledge beyond lifting your skirt, but I'd love to show you other things you can do. If not me, then Andy. We wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with."
Becca didn't say anything. Her eyes flickered around Carol's face, and she opened her mouth a few times before asking, "What kind of things?"
"It can be as simple as Andy giving you a massage. He's really good, and it is very relaxing. No nudity required!"
"What else?"
Carol shrugged, her still bare breasts shifting with the movement. "Kissing. Hugging. Touching. What you like might be different from what I like. Finding out what feels good is part of the fun."
"And this would make Andy happy?"
Carol tilted her head, and gave Becca a quizzical look. "You keep using that word...does it mean more than I think?"
Becca blushed. "In our community growing up, when a married couple went into their room, it was to make the man happy. You say Andy makes you happy, but no one ever talked about women being happy in the same way."
"Andy makes me very happy. Other words for it are having an orgasm, or coming. Andy and I would very much like to make you happy."
Becca looked down. "I don't know if I can. My body is broken. I'm surprised Andy is still with me."
"He loves you, us, very much. If you let him, he can show you how much."
As if summoned, they both heard the sound of the front door closing, and Andy's shout proclaiming he was home drifted up the stairs.
"We're up here!" Carol called. To Becca, she said, "Let's start with something simple. We won't do anything you don't want to. Lie down on the bed."
Becca did, ending up arms by her sides. Andy appeared in the door, and he raised his eyebrows when he took in the scene. Remembering her breasts were still bare, Carol hooked the cups back up to ensure his focus was on the right woman.
"First thing, what you learned growing up is not how the rest of the world does it. Andy, can you join Becca on the bed, and lay down next to her just as she is."
Andy walked around to the other side of the king sized bed and carefully lay down next to his wife.
"What do you think, Becca? Not bad, right? Easy peasy?"
The young woman shrugged. "We're just laying here," she said.
"Exactly. Andy, do you give permission for Becca to touch you?"
Andy nodded emphatically.
"There you go, we have consent. If he changes his mind, he can tell us. If you change your mind about anything, just say so, and it all stops, okay?"
Becca nodded.
"Why don't you go with your instincts. Do what feels natural," Carol prompted.
Becca rolled away from Andy and started to lift her skirt.
"Noononono, Becca, I mean, do it to Andy. Would you like to touch his chest? It's very broad and it makes me feel so safe when he hugs me. Try just rubbing his chest."
Becca rolled towards her husband and tentatively reached out to put her hand on his pecs. When he didn't move, she moved her hand up and down, from his stomach to his shoulder.
"That's it. How does that feel, Andy?"
"Nice. I like how gentle she is," he said. He was staring at Becca.
"Remember what you did to me with your thumbnail? Do that to Andy."
Andy glanced at Carol, a question in his eyes, but she waved him off. Later. Becca found his nipple by the little lump under his t-shirt and flicked it with her nail. Just as Carol knew he would, he grunted.
"He's very sensitive there, like me. How does it feel, Andy?"
"Wonderful."
"How are you feeling, Becca?"
"Funny. Warm. Tingly."
"That's your body getting ready. It's saying, 'yes, please'. What would you like to do now?"
"I like kissing."
Andy rolled onto his side, facing Becca. "Can I hug you while we kiss?" he asked.
Becca nodded. He put his hand around her back, and leaned in for a gentle kiss. He held it, and soon husband and wife were engaged in a liplock. Becca put her hand on Andy's arm, light and tentative. The kiss went on for some time, but her mouth stayed closed. When Andy stopped kissing her, he whispered something in her ear. She nodded, and then he kissed her neck. The tentative hand on his arm tightened, and Becca moaned.
Without warning, Becca pulled away and rolled off of the bed. She scampered out of the room, leaving mother and son to stare at her retreating back. They exchanged a resigned look.
Andy said, "That's more than we've ever done. It just feels like she doesn't like it."
"Oh, she liked it," Carol confirmed. "She doesn't know how to deal with it, is the issue. Let's give her some time and see if she's interested later."
"She got me kind of...excited," Andy said, pointing to his tented pants.
"Ohhh," Carol purred. "I can help with that."
To avoid distressing Becca if she walked by, the pregnant woman closed the door and joined her son on the bed, kneeling over his middle. "I'm a bit peckish," she said, pulling down his zipper and fishing the steel rod out of his underwear. Bending over was becoming a bit difficult, but she managed to get low enough to take her baby daddy's cock into her mouth and suck until he was happy.
***
A couple days went by. Becca was quiet, not offering up much in the way of conversation for either of her housemates. When she eventually did talk, she found Carol in her bath. Closing the door behind her, Becca approached the tub, eyes fixed on the bathing woman's face.
"I have prayed for guidance," she declared.
Carol lowered her book, letting her hand dangle off the side of the tub. She waited.
"Unfortunately, I didn't get any guidance, so I thought about what I was taught growing up and how none of it matches what I see in front of me. You enjoy being with Andy. He enjoys making you feel good, and he made me feel good the other day. It's so much more than lifting my skirt. Can we do some of that again?"
"Of course," Carol affirmed, gently. "Do you want to try kissing on the bed with Andy again?"
Becca shook her head. "It's too intense with him. I get overwhelmed. Can I try it with you?"
Carol smiled. "I would like that very much. Andy is out, would you like to try it now?"
A single nod was her answer.
"Okay. I'll join you in the bedroom?" For a second, it seemed like Becca was going to stay to watch Carol get out of the tub, but then she bolted from the bathroom.
After a quick towel and dressing in her robe, Carol carefully made her way down the hall. She wasn't whale sized yet, but it felt like she had a medicine ball in her stomach, and it made navigation funny going around corners. She'd only just begun her journey.
In her bedroom, she found Becca laying down already, ramrod straight like the other day, long ponytail on the pillow by her head, dressed in her usual shirt and skirt.
Making her way around to the other side of the bed, Carol lay down and sidled over, her belly wobbling about like a frolicking hippo. She rolled onto her side to face Becca, giggling. "I feel ridiculous just moving."
"You look beautiful," her daughter-in-law said.
The two women lay in bed, examining each other wordlessly. Becca shifted closer and reached out to Carol's robe-covered belly, laying her hand on it. "Are they kicking?" she asked.
Carol shook her head. "Sleeping right now." She took Becca's hand and slipped it into her robe. "It's better without clothing in the way."
Becca rubbed her belly, soft hand exploring as it had many times when talking to the babies. The movement gradually parted the halves of the robe, exposing more and more stomach, and then breasts. Her nipples were hard, pebbly areola crinkled into tight, dark ovals.
"See?" Carol said. "Your touch does that to me. It feels good, and wakes my body up for more. Can I have a kiss?"
Becca tore her eyes from the womb where her babies were, looking up at her mother-in-law. She shifted closer, glittering eyes focused on her target, and then she pressed her lips against Carol's. Delicate lips met, parted already, and she captured the girl's bottom lip between hers, sucking it a little, running her tongue along it. To her delight, the hand on her belly moved up, cupping her breast and finding her nipple.
It was one thing to receive, but Carol wanted to give as well. She put her hand on Becca's hip, where blouse met skirt, and rubbed a little. When she didn't protest, Carol pressed the matter, pulling at the hem of her shirt until she could lay her hand directly on bare skin.
"Better without clothing in the way, yes?" she asked, when their kiss broke.
Becca nodded, pressing forward for another kiss. The women lay like that for a bit, gentle kisses and soft caresses, until Carol scooped her hand further under Becca's blouse. Becca stiffened, so Carol paused.
"Is this okay? I don't have to touch you. I just feel bad receiving all of the attention, and it is part of making you happy."
"I...I like it. Your hand tickles and makes me shiver and tingle...and I'm warm...down below."
"That's perfectly normal, but I don't have to touch you. It's probably easier to go in small steps, so you're comfortable. Why don't you take your blouse off, that way we can kiss a little, and you can get used to just being around someone else without a shirt on."
"Actually, that's easy. I used to change around my sisters all the time." Becca sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it to one side. "Boys are another matter." Her bra, a sensible white one with thick cups, followed, and then she lay back down.
Carol stared at her daughter in law. Somehow the blouses she wore hid a pair of wonderful C-cup, coned breasts, pale and perfect without a hint of sag, with large puffy nipples at their tips. Thin shoulders and arms seemed to make her full breasts look bigger. "Has Andy never seen you then?" she asked.
Becca shook her head, brown ponytail tossing over her shoulder. "Do you think he would want to? I'm not like you." Her eyes flickered to the older woman's chest.
"Girl, there's not a straight man alive who wouldn't want to." Carol gawked, taking in the pale pink areola and flat nipples that covered the tops of her daughter-in-law's breasts.
"You're not like my sisters," Becca whispered, watching her watch. "They didn't look at me like you do. It makes me feel..." With those words, her nipples underwent a transformation, firming into tiny gumdrops. "Funny," she finished.
Carol couldn't help it. Despite her promise not to touch, she reached up with a shaky hand and lightly brushed her thumb on a pink bud.
"Oh!" Becca gasped.
Without being asked, Carol did it again, cupping the firm, perky breast in her palm. Becca's face was red now, but she didn't run away. Carol leaned in for a kiss, tilting her torso to keep her belly back, while pressing her own tits against the young woman's. Plump, pregnant breast met puffy, perky tit.
The slow, tentative touching had revved Carol's motor to the point she was craving something more. She pulled at Becca's bare waist to keep their chests pressed together, her thick nipples poking into puffy gumdrops.
"I...I my body needs...something," Becca said, between kisses. "I don't know what..."
"Something here?" Carol asked, running her hand down until she got to the front of the young woman's skirt. She pressed firmly at the junction of her legs with her palm. Becca cried out, pulling her hips away.
Carol said, "Stop! Don't go! That's what being happy is, it's normal."
Becca didn't go. "I'm not leaving, I just didn't expect it to feel so good. It was like fireworks going off right where your hand was. Can you do it again?"
Carol nodded, smiling. She pressed her palm again, and this time Becca pressed back. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she cried out.
Carol rubbed a little, but mostly made her palm into a steady pressure point for Becca to do all the work. Sweat broke out on the young woman's brow, her eyes closed and mouth open, body jerking, firm tits quivering as she did her best to get a rhythm going. Carol eyed up one of the pink buds and shifted down, pressing her face into the squishy flesh until she located a nipple, and sucked.
"OHHHHHH!!!" Becca cried out, grabbing hold of Carol's head and hugging hard.
Smothered in young, firm tit flesh, Carol rode out her daughter in law's first orgasm. She sucked and pressed, doing her best to prolong it, until the girl slumped, body limp and strength drained.
Pulling from her loose arms, Carol let Becca roll back, making sure she was okay. It was immediately evident that she was. A broad smile covered her face, strands of sweaty hair on her forehead where it had pulled from her ponytail.
"Happy?" Carol asked.
"Oh, yes! Oh my god, that felt incredible. Is it like that every time?"
"It varies, but it's never bad." Carol couldn't wipe the grin from her face, nor the faint sense of envy for the young woman experiencing an orgasm for the first time. To fend off any post-climax awkwardness, she shuffled close, pulling the girl into her chest. "Some people feel funny about it afterwards. How do you feel?"
Becca was staring at the ceiling. "I don't know. I think I'm fine. A bit miffed, actually, that no one told me about that before. Can Andy and I do that?"
"You can do a lot of things, but at the very least, you can do that."
"Just not the one that he really wants. The one you can give him," the girl pouted.
"Oh, honey. He understands it's not in your control. He loves you and wants you to be happy. In both senses of the word, I'm sure."
"I want to be with him, but I get so tense. My brain shuts down, and I freeze up. The next thing I know, I'm running away."
"Well, you're both young. You have lots of time to figure it out."
"You'll help, right?" Becca asked, twisting her head to look at Carol with pleading eyes.
"Of course, as much as you want."
Still cuddled up, both women cried out simultaneously when a baby kicked Becca in the side. She turned and Carol rolled onto her back, letting the woman place her cheek on her belly.
"Hi, babies," she said. "Are you feeling left out of the conversation? I love you both, your mama is here." Becca paused, then looked at Carol and said, "Both of your mamas are here."
Carol felt a wave of love for the naively sweet girl. Listening to the inane parent talk reserved for babies, she caressed Becca's bare back until she couldn't resist it any more and reached around, cupping one hanging, soft breast in her palm.
Done talking to Carol's belly, Becca looked down at the hand fondling her chest. "You didn't really want me to help you practice nursing, did you?" It was stated as fact, instead of a question.
Carol shook her head, smiling but mute.
"You tricked me into making you happy."
"I was convinced you were a lesbian, and thought if you tried experimenting you would stop denying it. It was wrong, I admit, and I am sorry."
"I did like it, but it was better when you did it to me," Becca admitted with a sly grin. "Can you help me practice?"
"Any time you like," said Carol, with a little flutter in her nethers. She watched her daughter-in-law shift closer to dangle her tits above her head, lowering a nipple into Carol's waiting mouth. Carol sucked, lightly at first, and then harder, doing her best to mimic a hungry baby's mouth. She reached for the sides of Becca's bare chest, lightly running her hands up and down, feeling shivers and quivers from her touch.
After a bit, Becca swapped her to her other tit, leaning further over Carol, who moved her hand to the centre of the young woman's skirt-covered crotch. She pressed again, but it was harder in this position, with the skirt stretched tight. Carol let the wet nipple pop from her mouth. "It's easier, and feels nicer, without clothing," she prompted.
Becca sat back, looking uncertain, perky tits jutting from her chest without a hint of sag. Carol felt a stab of envy again. The two women looked at each other, one a lot less confident until a little smile crossed Becca's face.
"Are you asking me to lift my skirt?" she asked.
Carol laughed. "Actually, I was hoping you would take it off and lie with me. Remember, as soon as you want to stop, we can."
"Okay," she said, shyly turning away to undo the button that kept her drab, brown skirt in place. When she had it undone, she unwrapped the cloth, pulling it from her and throwing it aside.
Carol watched, seeing white panties covering the junction of her long, slender legs. Brown hair poked from the sides, and the cloth bulged over a thick bush, with a dimple where lips were. She beckoned with her arms, and Becca cuddled up, almost bare body pressing into slightly robed one. "You are a beauty, Becca," she said.
Cuddling led to fondling. Fondling led to kissing, and to Carol's delight, Becca did her own fondling while they made out. It was lovely to lay with the young woman, with her soft body and hands. When Becca started to writhe in her arms, Carol began running her hand lightly over her body. From side to back to front, fingers trailing, feeling her skin quiver and twitch. Gradually she let her hand trail south, finding damp cloth covering wet hair, and pushed a little, poking the cloth into the crease she found, provoking a groan and a thrust of the girl's hips.
Carol smiled, pausing the kiss to let Becca concentrate on her new feelings. She gave a firmer stroke, splitting labia, and when Carol's finger reached the apex of her crease, Becca gasped out loud.
"That's it," Carol crooned. "Right there." She used two fingers to rub in a circle through the damp panties, drawing more sounds into the room. Slowly, waiting for a protest, Carol moved her hand up, slipping it into the white panties, sifting her fingers through tangled brown hair until she found engorged, wet labia. Her fingers slid easily down the girl's slit, quickly finding her virginal opening.
"I know you want to be with Andy. If he were here right now, what would you do?"
"Mmmmohhhhh, I don't know. I'd want him to touch me."
The bed shifted. Carol said, "Can he touch you now?" Instead of waiting for an answer, she kissed the girl to distract her. Coming up for air, they were both aware of the third presence in bed with them, behind Becca.
"Shhh," Carol said, reaching behind Becca and coming back with a hand in tow. "He's just going to do what I was doing." She placed the larger, hairier hand on Becca's tummy and let go. Leaving her son to the south, she went north, finding a puffy nipple and running her thumb over it. She stared into her daughter in law's eyes. "Is this okay?"
Becca, wide-eyed and clearly nervous, just nodded.
Carol watched Andy's hand dip lower, lightly tracing across quivering flesh until he found the hem of his wife's panties and slipped into them. Deeper he went, until Becca cried out. She twitched so hard, her firm tits actually shook under Carol's palms. Andy's hand moved in a circle for a bit, causing Becca to whine, before he moved even further into her panties, and started a rolling, pushing motion.
Becca lay between mother and son, inexorably driven to another climax. With a cute cry, she came, eyes clenched, mouth open and begging for a kiss, which Carol delivered. Becca clamped onto her lips with bruising force, moaning into her mouth, hand gripped on Andy's wrist where it was buried in her panties.
The best part of being a woman was being multi-orgasmic, and Carol wasn't done with her daughter-in-law yet. Letting go of her breast, she moved to the other woman's panties, pushing them down. Andy helped from his side, and soon they had a naked woman between them. Carol could see that her son was nude but not pressing against his wife.
"I want to try something," she said to Becca. "Do you want to be happy again?"
Becca, eyes glazed over with lust, nodded.
"Lift your leg." Carol sat up, bending over, beach ball belly on her knees, and ran her hand along Becca's slit. She groaned, wet lube covering Carol's fingers. "Andy's going to cuddle your back, and play with your tits while I pay attention down here."
Andy did as directed, his large hands covering his wife's breasts, while his mother played with her pussy. Slowly, enjoying her slick lips, she traced to Becca's entrance, pushing her finger in. Becca moaned but didn't react negatively. Carol heaved and shifted until she was on her side facing her daughter-in-law's wet pussy. Without another thought, she leaned in and ran her tongue through the plump, glistening lips before her.
Becca flinched hard but settled quickly, so Carol did it again. Holding onto the girl's upraised leg, she dove in, slurping wet flesh into her mouth and sucking. Becca cried out again, but didn't pull away, instead pushing towards her. Carol swapped to the other engorged lip, giving it the same treatment. Juices were leaking freely from Becca's vagina, slick lube to help Carol's finger push into her up to the second knuckle.
Becca had turned her head and was kissing Andy, who was still playing with her tits. When Carol moved to the girl's entrance with her tongue, she plunged the tip in, fucking her daughter-in-law as best she could...and felt a slimy poke on her cheek. Andy had joined the party.
Carol's instinct to go slow with Becca warred with her desire to make the young woman happy and grant her wish to be fully with her husband. She grabbed her son's rigid cock where it was poking between Becca's thighs and guided him forward, up to the entrance of his wife's pussy.
With a gentle push, she placed Andy's head up against her hole, letting his glans tease Becca's opening. At some point in her past she'd lost any trace of her hymen, and it should be clear sailing.
"Honey, he's going to push a bit, okay?"
Becca nodded, face white. Carol pulled at Andy's hip, and she watched as his shaft bent in the middle, his head plugged an inch into her entrance...and no further.
Seconds passed, and Carol watched her son work his cock slowly in and out, working that inch, trying for more, but Becca was too tense. The thick cock plugged in her entrance had gone as far as it could. Andy stopped pushing, and his head popped from its snug berth. Carol moved up Becca's body until she could lay next to her. She hugged the girl, belly squished up against her side. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Becca nodded. Andy squeezed her from behind, and the three stayed like this until Becca squirmed from between them and disappeared into the hall, taking her clothes with her.
"I hope she's not mad," Carol said.
"Me too. Do you suppose...we didn't force her..."
"I think it's just - there's a mental block there, and we almost defeated it. Just give her time."
Andy nodded, placing his hands on her belly. His penis had wilted between his legs, and lay quiescent against his thigh. Carol figured he could use a little comforting, but didn't want to seem...opportunistic...in the face of Becca's inability to take him. Instead, she just said, "If you can wait until tonight, I'll take care of you. For now, let's just be there for Becca, okay?"
Andy nodded, and they dressed to go be around his wife, and show that everything was okay.
***
A week passed. A week of semi-awkward glances and stilted conversations between Becca and the other two. Carol tried to ask if she was okay, but the young woman simply said, "I'm fine." She'd leave the room soon after.
Finally, when Carol thought they'd have to stage an intervention; a breakthrough.
Carol and Andy were watching TV, her lying across the couch and him at the end, massaging her feet. He had taken to giving her relief this way regularly, and she was happy to let him do it. Something about the way he dug his thumbs into her toes sent waves of pleasure and relief through her entire body.
Becca joined them in the TV room, but just stood silently behind the couch. After a few minutes, Carol looked up over the back cushion and raised an eyebrow at her daughter-in-law. Becca was chewing her lip, and just shook her head at her.
Andy turned to look back as his wife. She glanced at him and opened her mouth, her face turning bright red. She clamped her lips closed with an audible smack. Looks were exchanged between all three, several times, as if they were in a standoff, until Becca blurted out, "I need help! With my room. I mean..." She took a deep breath. "Carol, would it be okay if Andy helped me with a lightbulb in my room?"
Carol quickly nodded, taking her feet from Andy's lap. "Of course. He'd be happy to help, right dear?"
Andy nodded with a smile and followed Becca up the stairs.
Carol kept an ear out for anything that may give away what they were doing, but no sounds came drifting down from the upper floor. Surely she hadn't actually needed help with a lightbulb?
After some time, but certainly not time enough, Andy came back downstairs. He rejoined his mom on the couch and pulled her feet into her lap.
"Well?" she prompted.
He shrugged. "She just wanted a kiss and a hug, but it went on longer than she ever has. She's clearly still having a hard time being around me. I don't understand how we can get so close, to the point where I'm actually in her - which I thought was impossible - to this, where she can't even..." He broke off when Becca came downstairs.
She went to the kitchen and rattled dishes around. Carol got up and went to the kitchen door to see Becca, face red and expression dour, briskly washing the stovetop. It didn't need washing.
"Are you okay?" Carol asked.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Becca replied. "Everything was going okay the other day, kinda, but when I try to repeat at least part of it, a hug at least, I just freeze up. I'm still broken, and I wish with all my heart I wasn't."
"You're not broken, dear; just blocked. Do you remember, when we were together, what you were thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking about anything. Just...how good I felt." Becca paused her fruitless wiping.
"What about when Andy joined us?"
"I...I don't really remember. I felt good...and I heard your voice saying it would be okay, and then he was -" She cut off, as if unable to say it out loud.
"Do you want to try with him again?"
Becca nodded. "I want to go all the way, like you do, and not be this closed off..."
"What if we tried to recreate last week? Just be in bed, like we were, and he can join us part way?"
"I need to be able to do it on my own. I can't rely on you being there every time I want to be with my husband."
Carol grinned. "I don't mind. You're very beautiful, and sexy, and I love to make you happy."
A glimmer of a smile flickered over her daughter-in-law's face at the word.
"What about this?" Carol started, an idea forming. "Why don't you join us in bed? It's big enough for all three, even with this balloon I'm growing, and maybe it'll let you relax around Andy."
Pink cheeks and white teeth appeared at the suggestion. "I do get cold in bed sometimes," Becca said. "Do you think Andy would mind?"
Carol snorted and rolled her eyes. "Two women in his bed, are you kidding?"
That evening, the three got ready for bed in separate rooms, but gathered in the master bedroom. Andy was wearing just boxers, a gaping dark hole in the front hinting at the treasures within. Carol admired his broad chest and strong arms before looking at Becca to see her doing the same thing.
Carol was dressed in a simple white short nightie, with no bra and white panties. Her nipples were visible through the thin material, a fact Andy never failed to notice. Becca was wearing full PJs, with a top and pants, and it looked like a bra as well. Carol didn't comment.
"Well? Who gets what spot? I need an edge, because I get up at night to pee. Becca, you can be next to me, between us, or you can be on the other edge, with Andy between us."
Without a moment's hesitation, Becca said, "Next to you." She pointed at Carol.
Carol nodded and went to the side of the bed nearest the bathroom. She lowered herself gingerly onto the mattress, careful not to go too fast. Becca kneeled up behind her, leaving Andy to settle in on the far side. When Carol was in place, she could feel her daughter-in-law's warmth against her back. There was probably plenty of space between her and Andy.
A few minutes in, Carol said over her shoulder, "I usually get snuggles." She reached back and felt around for Becca's arm, pulling it over her side and onto her belly. "Here, snuggle me and the babies." She felt Becca's breasts push into her back as she was pulled close, and Carol couldn't help but remember the puffy delights hidden away by thick clothing.
The position seemed to relax Becca, because before long her deep breathing filled Carol's ears, and she was able to drop off as well.
A few hours later she was woken by her bladder and she eased her way out of bed. Becca had rolled away from her, and was on her back, closer to Andy but not touching. Carol smiled and went pee, returning to bed as quietly as she could.
Another trip to the bathroom, another position for Becca. This time she was on her side, facing Andy. The blankets were pushed down to her waist, probably because she was too hot with her full PJs. One hand was placed on Andy's bare back, and the simple gesture of familiarity made Carol smile.
When Carol woke the next morning, she was alone in bed, and the sounds of her two housemates getting ready for the day were coming through the open door. She wondered if Becca knew she'd managed to touch her husband without freaking out.
The three of them didn't discuss the night time arrangements, but Carol felt like she could detect a bit of increased familiarity on Becca's part. They were always comfortable around each other, but there were little things. Usually if Andy came too close to her, she would move away from him. Not rudely or even overtly, but she suddenly needed to do something somewhere else. That morning, she didn't move away as quickly, or as far, and even stood her ground when Andy filled his coffee mug next to her. It was little stuff that a couple should have been comfortable with even before tying the knot.
She'd finally asked Andy how he arrived at asking Becca to marry him, given the intimacy issues. He said that before the wedding night, they were much closer as a couple, and she was glad to hug and kiss him as much as he wanted, but no further of course. Once the vaginismus was revealed on the wedding night, it all changed.
The morning prep done, Andy headed out to work first. He stopped by Carol to kiss her goodbye, and then bent over to kiss her belly, whispering a goodbye to his children. Carol waited until he was gone before asking, "So? How was your night?"
Becca smiled without looking up from her task - making Carol's lunch. "It was fine. I slept well, actually. I thought I would be waking up a lot, but I didn't even notice if you got up."
"Oh, I got up. Twice. I noticed you were looking comfortable. Any issues being around Andy?"
She shook her head. "Something about sleeping with him didn't seem intimate, and I didn't freak out."
"That's good! Let's keep it going."
Carol left for work, hopeful that together, the three of them might finally cure Becca's involuntary reaction to her son.
***
It took three weeks of sleeping in the same bed, with Becca gradually relaxing around Andy, before they made real progress. Carol hit her sixth month of pregnancy and woke up needing to go pee. As she always did, she checked out Becca and Andy, and stopped where she was, despite her screaming bladder.
Becca was fully pressed up against her husband's back, one arm over his side, much as she cuddled Carol when they went to sleep. They were sleeping but clearly comfortably pressed together. She smiled and went to pee before her bladder burst.
In the morning, when Andy was showering, she asked Becca about it. "How was waking up this morning?"
The young woman turned pink. "I was cuddling him."
Carol giggled. "I know, I saw. You looked really comfortable...and cute."
"He didn't say anything, but I knew when he woke up. We stayed together a bit, but he had to visit the washroom. I wasn't nervous at all! It was just like with you, just calm relaxation."
"Do you feel up to asking for a kiss when he gets down here?"
"I've kissed him plenty of times."
"So that's a yes?"
Becca shrugged nonchalantly. Both women waited for Andy to appear. When he did, they watched him enter the room, and he stopped dead.
"What'd I do?" he asked.
"Can I have a kiss?" Becca asked. Blurted, more like.
"Um, surrreee?" he answered.
Before they could get any closer, Carol stepped between them. "Give her a kiss like this," she said, before pulling him down to plant a long, steamy kiss on his lips. He responded instantly, and for a while mother and son made out in the kitchen while his wife looked on. Carol eventually let him go, noting with satisfaction the bulge in his pants.
With no small amount of hesitation, Becca stepped for her turn. Andy did his best. Hands on her hips, he pulled her to him and leaned in, pressing his mouth to hers. It started slow, but Carol could see the moment when Becca melted, and her mouth formed to his. Her arms lifted, alighting gently on his shoulders. The kiss got more animated, heads tilting to get closer. It went on for almost as long as Carol's had, and when they parted, they were both flushed and breathing heavily.
"Time for work!" Carol announced, completely destroying the mood. She'd love nothing more than the two of them to get closer, but she felt like Becca might have reached her limit and didn't want to push. "If you want, you can give him a goodnight kiss before bed," she told Becca, before grabbing Andy and their lunches and ushering him out the door.
"My coffee," he protested.
Carol said, "Starbucks!" before giving him a final push. She looked back at her daughter-in-law, and was pleased to see a contemplative look on her face.
***
Eight months, and Carol had officially reached whale status. Two babies proved to be a bigger burden than one, and she had to step back from work, moving to part time. She was tired a lot, but the doctor said everything was going well; she just needed to rest.
The progress they'd made with Becca stalled where it was. She asked for kisses, but didn't seem to be able to muster up the courage to ask or push for more. When Carol started needing more room for her belly, Becca went back to sleeping separately, claiming it was awkward for her to climb from between the two of them if she was first up or had to go pee.
Carol felt the strain on their relationship right away. Becca stopped asking for kisses as much, and seemed to retreat into the same avoidant behaviour with Andy. If Carol hadn't been enormously pregnant, she'd have had more energy to try and work on their relationship, but as it was she just focused on being enormous.
The last time she'd gone through this, she'd been much younger and there'd only been one baby growing in her belly. She'd also not had the attention of two people devoted to making sure she was comfortable, so that was a plus. The attention provided her with the space to relax, and experience the reality of being gravid with her son's babies. Each kick, each shift, each heartbeat was a direct result of the love she had for her son, and him for her.
Carol was lying on her side in bed one night, trying to sleep while a stampede was going on in her belly, thinking again of the strange situation they were in. Strange, but good. Andy was breathing deeply behind her, his arm loosely draped over her side, fingers grazing her tit. She adored these moments, and thanked the odd situation that had led to them being a reality.
So many moments...of course she couldn't be sure, but Carol liked to think that she got pregnant the first time they made love in bed. Despite him having done it many times since, she could still remember the feel of her son on top of her, his throbbing cock sending his stuff deep inside of her. That was when her grandchildren were conceived...or maybe it was after her trip, and he woke her up...or maybe it was... Carol shifted. She was horny.
Just thinking of waking Andy up to have sex was exhausting, so she lay still. Between the highs of contemplating her love for Andy, there were the lows. Small bladder, back pain, ankle pain, hip pain. Interrupted sleep. It all added up to an intense desire to get her children out of her...but she had another month to go.
When the stampede didn't quit, Carol sighed and rolled out of bed, feeling like a beached whale being shoved back into the sea by well-meaning tourists. She went pee and put on a robe to go watch TV. To her surprise, she found Becca there.
"Hi," she said, walking to sit on the other end of the couch where Becca was. "Can't sleep?"
Becca just shook her head, focused on the show about...fishing?
"You like fishing?" Carol asked.
This time a shake, but no eye contact.
"Okay." Carol just watched with her daughter-in-law, as the boat on the show caught a measly five crab in their pot. After a bit, Carol settled into the couch and got comfy. It was mindless TV, perfect for relaxing and turning her brain off.
Together, the two women binged a couple episodes of the fishing show. Carol was starting to doze off near the end, when Becca spoke up.
"Will I always be like this?" she asked.
"I don't...I don't know," Carol admitted quietly, still watching the show, but now wide awake. "Brains are funny things. You've made progress."
More silence, then, "When we were in bed, the three of us, I thought I was there but something...I'm...I..." She broke down, crying softly, shoulders shaking against her corner of the couch.
Carol reached out one arm, beckoning her over. "Here. Come over here," she said quietly.
Becca kept her head low but shifted over to lean on Carol's shoulder. Carol hugged her close. "There's no pressure. I know you want to please Andy, but he loves you - we both love you - and you can take as long as you like."
"But that's just it. I don't want to take longer. I want to be with him now," Becca said miserably.
"Hmmm...you were doing okay when it was just me, yeah?" Carol asked. She felt a nod on her shoulder. "Do you remember what you felt when Andy joined us? Were you afraid?" A head shake no. "Were you nervous?"
A tentative nod, and then, "I started to remember what my Aunt said, about it not being nice. And then I was afraid of it hurting...but I was hoping it would work that time, and then it was too late, I was already tense."
"We thought you wanted him to keep going, I'm sorry." Sorry didn't begin to cover what she felt.
"I did! My stupid broken body wouldn't let him, and I was so embarrassed I had to leave. Now, all I can think about is how disappointed he'd be if I asked him to try again and I couldn't do it."
A host of conflicting impulses filled Carol. She wanted to reassure her daughter-in-law of Andy's patience and understanding, but didn't want to speak for him...it would be more impactful coming directly from him. She also didn't want to pull him into the conversation and possibly spoil the talkative mood Becca was in.
"I can't speak for Andy, but I think he'd agree that just your willingness to try is enough to show that you love him. I think we proved that there are other things to be done in bed than penetration, yeah?"
A silent nod.
"Your husband is rather gifted with his tongue; let's set up a time where he can show you how happy he can make you. I know it's late, but we aren't sleeping, so why should he? Let's go wake him up."
Carol stood, and pulled at Becca's hand, urging her to stand. The girl did, and they walked hand in hand to the stairs, silently climbing to the master bedroom. Inside, Carol directed her to lay down, while waddling over to the other side.
"Hey...Andy," she said, pushing gently at his shoulder.
"Hm? What? Is it time?" he asked, blearily sitting up.
"Ha, no, well, yes, but not for what you think. Go pee and wake up, I have a job for you."
He obediently did as she asked. Carol smiled at Becca, who was laying on the bed ramrod straight, arms by her side, fists clenched. She was still wearing her blouse and skirt. Carol opened her mouth, intending to ask her to get naked, but thought better of the idea. Instead, she sat down at the end of the mattress and ran her hand over one of Becca's ankles.
"Don't be nervous, I'll be right here," she said. "You don't have to get naked. Just lay back and enjoy it." Carol climbed up on the bed, and shimmied awkwardly until she was next to Becca. She put her head on a pillow and took the girl's fist in hers. It didn't relax.
Andy emerged from the bathroom, almost ghostly in the dark room, and stopped at the end of the bed.
Carol said, "Is it okay if you show Becca what you can do with your tongue? Go slow, and see what you can do with the skirt on?"
Andy nodded, kneeling down at the foot of the bed. He did as instructed, starting off slowly and carefully. First he took a foot in his hands, rubbing it gently, massing her from heel to toes. The fist in Carol's hand lost some of its rigidity.
Next, Andy moved that foot to one side, effectively spreading Becca's legs, and grabbed her other foot. Another massage, followed by him placing it aside. With room to work, he ran his hands from her ankles to her knees, stroking bare flesh. He seemed to take pleasure in that alone, as he went at it longer than even Carol would have expected. Becca's fist became pliable.
Andy worked up higher, from knees to upper thighs, hands and arms fully within her skirt. Carol could see the motion of his strokes under the cloth, and knew he was approaching intimate territory. When he did, the fist tightened again.
"Shhhh," Carol urged. "It's okay."
At that, Andy's head disappeared under Becca's skirt. Carol watched as he made his way slowly up her legs, and she could only guess at what he was doing based on her daughter-in-law's reactions. The first was a hitch in her breathing, and then a deep inhale. It was followed by a long exhale, almost a moan. He wasn't even past her knees.
Andy gradually pushed his way between his wife's legs, forcing them to spread around him. Her skirt bulged around him, the wrapped cloth parting to give him room, and her knees bent and lifted, and then Carol heard it: A long, drawn out sigh, matched by the bulge of Andy's head, moving rhythmically between her legs. The fist loosened.
Carol smiled, proudly watching her son make his wife happy. She could only imagine what he was doing, but she had experienced it enough to have a good idea. Her imagination was bolstered by Becca's reactions. Open mouth and rosy cheeks. Long sighs. Gyrating hips, and hard gasps. When the fist tightened again, it was accompanied by a tension in Becca's entire body - but a good one - as she rode out the first orgasm of the night.
Watching them, Carol felt a wave of peace come over her, a release of her own tension she didn't even know she had. Despite the fact that Andy's head was still buried in his wife's skirt, she drifted off to sleep next to them. She missed the moment when Becca moved her other hand to place it on the bulge in her skirt and pull it into her crotch before shuddering through another climax.
***
Carol woke to find the bed full again. Andy lay next to her, with Becca on his other side, cradling his arm in hers. It was a good thing it was a weekend, as Carol was sure they'd have been late for work otherwise. She got out of bed and went pee before heading down to make her one mug of weak coffee she was allowed.
It took the others a couple hours to wake up and join her. The mood was more relaxed, heading back to the comfort they'd had before the setback. Becca was even humming as she made them all breakfast, a noted twinkle in her eye whenever she glanced at her husband.
It was a funny thing for Carol to know what they'd been doing while she slept next to them. It had been on her mind to ask Andy for a similar treatment, but felt like maybe she should take a step back and let the two of them work on their intimacy. After all, they were married and needed to be able to experience that with each other.
Over the course of the next few days, Carol made sure to make herself scarce and give them the chance to be together one on one. Watching TV? Here, cuddle up with Andy, I have to pee. And she just would take her time coming back. Becca joined them in the big bed again, and more than once, Carol woke up to the sound of quiet sighs and the sight of raised knees with a head buried between them. In the dark, she could just make out the fact Becca was bare from the waist down, and Andy's hands were wrapped around her thighs.
After the second time she was woken up, she watched a bit, enjoying the sights and sounds while fingering herself. When Andy was finished making his wife come, he crawled up on the bed. Carol turned over and felt a poking in her back, so lifted her leg to let her son slip his hard cock into her. He was obviously worked up from going down on his wife and needed the release that she couldn't provide, and Carol never tired of feeling his rigid rod ramming into her pussy.
***
Nine months. They were due, and Carol was ready - more than ready - to have her children join the world, leaving her overly large belly. In the last month alone she had ballooned even more, to the point she had a hard time moving around the house. She was no longer working, and spent her time on the couch, in bed, or in the tub.
Everything was awkward. Her milk had come in, which meant she had to wear pads in her bras now. Her bladder was so small she was constantly going pee. The only thing she refused to change was Andy servicing her, which he did upon request. Her need grew more urgent as her due date approached, until she was begging for it more than once a day.
Becca was run off her feet taking care of the household while Andy worked and Carol grew babies. In the last week there'd been fewer late night wakeups, due to fatigue. Carol felt bad that Becca had to give up the wonderful feeling of her husband's mouth after just finding it, but they had a lifetime ahead of themselves for that.
It was a night like any other when Carol, lying awkwardly on the couch, felt an elbow or a foot jab into her ribs. It was stronger than any previous movement, and took her breath away. She poked back at the baby, trying to move the rogue limb back into her womb where it belonged - the limb moved, but something else gave way at the same time. Something warm and liquid spilled from between her legs.
"Andy," she said.
"Andy!" she cried out.
"ANDY!" she screamed, doing her best to stand up.
Becca had them well prepared, and the drive to the hospital was done in no time flat. Carol was in the back seat with Andy, breathing carefully while enduring the occasional contraction. She'd never understood contractions. Which part of her body decided when it was time to bear down so powerfully? Why didn't she get a say in it?
She was taken to a room where wonderfully calm nurses helped her to change into a gown and drink some water and go for a walk and all the things that they're trained to do. Andy hovered nearby, doing his best to appear a concerned son, rather than a freaking out father. Becca stayed out of the way, sitting in a chair in the corner, raptly watching the proceedings.
The twins arrived after several hours of labour, but were perfectly healthy. Carol delivered a boy and a girl, and Little Josh and baby Lisa were placed on her chest after being checked out by the nurses. After a few minutes, both babies were plucked away by Becca and Andy, and Carol was allowed to rest.
***
Their living arrangement paid off big time, for it took all three adults on duty in order to care for two newborns. They took turns sleeping, so that at least one person had a good rest each night. Carol was kept busy with feeding and pumping and healing from the births, but she was well cared for.
Within a week, she was woken by the sound of Becca's strident cries next to her; the familiar sight of Andy's head between her thighs. The girl had learned to be louder, and seemed to be more active in her movements. Carol watched them, envious of their passion but knowing this was for the best.
It felt to her like there was an aura of uncertainty around the future. How long would they need her help? Until the twins were weaned? Sooner? Would they eventually need to move out, to start their new family's life without the mother-in-law around?
Every breakthrough in Becca's mental block, and her ability to provide to Andy what Carol had provided, was another step towards independence. The thought made Carol incredibly sad, and she found herself retreating from them, in preparation for the day the news came that they wanted to move on.
Weeks passed. Baby Josh and Baby Lisa grew and Carol healed. Around the two month mark, she took them to a checkup where they were pronounced healthy and thriving, and she was pronounced recovered enough to resume normal sexual activity, if she wished.
Andy and Becca had asked her to take the kids to the appointment alone, and she thought she knew why. She hoped they made good use of the time. Just that morning, she had moved her stuff over to the baby's room, so she could sleep there from now on.
It was too awkward to assume that her and Andy would pick up where they left off. Her services weren't required now that the babies had been delivered as requested, and it would be presumptuous to think her services between the sheets were still needed. She wasn't sure if they'd been able to have actual sex yet...but it seemed inevitable.
Carol was happy and sad at the same time. As she drove home from the appointment, a blurbling cry arose from the back seat - one of the twins, Josh by the sound of it - was awake and hungry. She pulled into the driveway and pulled him out quickly, before he woke his sister. Back in the front seat, she popped her shirt up and bra flap down, exposing her swollen teat. Josh clamped on right away. Carol was left to sit and stare, the greedy gobbler tugging fitfully while drinking.
There was something odd about the house. Too many lights were shining through the windows. And why were the curtains drawn? Feeling like she might have come home too soon, she pondered driving around the block a few hundred times to give Mom and Dad time for whatever they were getting up to, once Josh was done feeding.
Before that was even close to happening, Becca poked her head out the front door and waved. Carol waved back and watched her daughter-in-law walk out to grab Lisa in her car seat.
"Hey, how was the appointment?" she asked, upon opening the door. "Hey baby," she crooned to Lisa, now awake..
"Fine. We're all fine," Carol answered.
"That's good. That's gooooood," Becca said in baby talk to Lisa, grabbing the bag that went with them everywhere.
When Josh was content, Carol popped him back in his car seat to carry to the house. As she got closer, she noticed the light coming through the curtains was an odd colour. Dimmer and not coming from the ceiling. Wavering...candles?
She came in the front door, and Andy took Josh's car seat from her. She took her coat off and walked into the TV room to see the furniture had been shoved around to create an open space, and around the perimeter, on every surface, were dozens of candles. Becca and Andy were standing in the centre of it, each holding a baby, smiling at her.
"What's all this?" she asked.
Andy said, "Mom, you mean the world to me, and I want you in my world the rest of our lives." He looked at his wife to continue.
Becca said, "Carol, you've given us everything we could ask for, and more. Andy and I have been discussing it, and we want you to know exactly how much you mean to us."
"We want you to know that there isn't an end date on our lives being intertwined. The twins will have three parents, that isn't in question, but we want you to know that there isn't an end date on our love for you." They finished the rest in unison. "Mom - Carol - will you marry us?"
"WHAT??!" Carol felt her legs go weak, her knees buckling. Andy was there right away, taking her elbow in one hand and steering her to the couch. Once she was safe, Becca sent him to get her a glass of water.
"Wait!" Carol yelled, in an attempt to calm shit down. She put her arm over her eyes to block out the rest of the world and breathed evenly to centre herself. It was all so much. Too much? Still to be determined. "Just wait," she said, quieter. The room went silent.
Seconds ticked by while Carol plumbed the depths of her psyche for an honest reaction to the odd...proposal?
"How can I marry you?" she asked, arm still hiding her eyes.
Becca's voice answered first. "Well, you can't really, but that never stopped the people of Bountiful. If we say we are married, who can tell us differently?"
"It'd have the same vows of a regular marriage, Mom. We will devote ourselves to you...and you to us. All of us to each other."
"That's...you're married to each other. I can't take Andy away..." she finally got out. It seemed important.
"You're not, you're with both of us. I am with both of you. He is with both of us." Becca was calm and confident, seemingly in her element.
Carol took her arm away to see both of them standing watching her. The import of the room and the candles hit her. "You...want that?"
Both nodded. Not even a hint of indecision.
What more could anyone ask for? "Yes."
***
It took a week to set up, because both women kept coming up with new things they wanted to add. Andy stayed out of the way, but made sure he was available to his mom-fiance and wife for any furniture moving or decorating up high.
When the day of the ceremony arrived, the living room had been rearranged to provide an aisle, with candles and flowers on either side. At the 'altar', Andy and Becca stood together, again each with a baby, to wait for their bride.
Carol's hair was pulled up, with a few curled locks hanging down to frame her face, which was lightly made up. Her dress, a light cream colour, had a low neckline which showed plenty of decolletage to distract from her post-pregnancy body. She'd wanted to wait on the ceremony until she'd lost more weight, but her fiances had protested that there was no need. Now, heading up the aisle, she could see the love in their eyes, and she stopped worrying about it.
They stood in a triangle, with hands joined, and exchanged vows. Andy put a ring on his mother's finger that was identical to the one he had given Becca, and then they all exchanged kisses. Right on cue, the twins decided they were hungry and began crying, which was okay because Carol was already crying.
The wedding ceremony swiftly transformed into a feeding session, Carol on the couch with pillows under each arm, and a baby attached to each breast. Becca went for water, Andy went for clean diapers for post-feeding, and the family bustled along in its routine.
A few hours before dinner, Andy went for a few ingredients that Becca insisted she needed, and she then helped Carol put the twins down for their post-feed nap.
"I have an idea," she said, after the babies were safely in their crib. They slept very well, but only when together. If they were put in separate cribs, they fussed to no end.
"An idea for what?" Carol asked, following her sister-wife into the master bedroom. It was a silly thing to think, but she hadn't been able to stop the phrase from bouncing around her head.
"Um, tonight is our wedding night, right?"
Carol laughed. "I guess so. I hadn't even thought about it. Did you want some alone time with Andy? I can sleep in the twins' room."
"'Our' means you too," Becca reminded her.
"Oh...oh! Of course!" Carol blushed, noting that Becca's face was already the same shade. It was brave of her to bring the subject up.
"I was thinking, and please tell me if it's a bad idea, but I was thinking of raising my skirt for Andy tonight."
"Well I mean, yeah, of course - oh wait, you mean. You want to try again?"
Becca nodded.
Carol thought about how badly it had gone in the past with raised skirts. "Don't you think it might be easier if you lay with him a while? Maybe let him put his mouth to work? Ease into it?"
Then Becca told her the rest of her idea.
***
Andy got home with the ingredients, and Becca went to work on dinner. She had to fend off several offers of assistance from her spouses, claiming she was in the zone, before she was left alone to work.
Carol cuddled her son-husband, restraining a giggle at the thought, while they watched some TV. Knowing what was to come that night, she was already frisky, and having a hard time keeping her hands off of him. The bulge she felt in his pants told the story of his thoughts on the matter.
He was lying behind her, spooning, and she felt his hand wander south to start fiddling at the ties of the sweats she put on after the ceremony.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, a pool of desire forming in her pussy. It had been weeks.
"Nothing," he whispered in her ear, nibbling at her neck. His other hand slipped under her, reaching to her tit and pulling at the nipple.
"It, uhhh, doesn't feel like nothing." Carol pushed her butt back at her son, feeling the rod poking her. "You better be careful, if that goes off, you'll make a mess." She wasn't sure if she was referring to his cock, or her milk-filled tit.
They had started a serious grind when Becca's announcement that dinner was ready shattered the mood. Andy pulled his hands away, and Carol sat up, rearranging her clothing. She stood and grinned back at him. "Shall we, husband?"
Her son grinned back and took her hand, saying, "We shall, wife."
Dinner was excellent, and the looks exchanged between the three of them hinted at the intimacy still to come. They'd been sticking to a sleeping schedule to manage feedings, but threw it all aside in order to spend their first night as a throuple. By the time they were all cleaned up after dinner, it was time for bed.
Andy was directed to go shower while the women got the room ready, which involved more candles and new bedding. Carol could feel her excitement ramping up at the chance to be physical with her son again...and her new wife...and to see how Becca's idea played out.
When Andy was done in the shower, he disappeared for a bit while Carol and Becca took turns in the shower. Carol briefly thought about inviting Becca to join her, to 'save on water', but held off when she thought about her naked body compared to the younger woman's. It was not a kind comparison, which was to be expected, but that didn't help her self-consciousness.
They weren't coming to the evening naked, so both women got dressed and called for Andy to join them. There was a limited window for their time together, the end to be marked by the cry of one or both twins, so they couldn't take their time.
Carol heard her son's footsteps as he climbed the steps and down the hall to their room. She heard the sudden stop when he rounded into the doorway, and the muttered 'wow' when he saw the sight before him.
She could only imagine the shock of seeing his wives bent over by the bed, both wearing identical skirts and blouses. Together, they reached back and lifted their skirts for him, revealing what she knew were two bare bottoms and two dripping cunts. At least, she knew she was dripping, because she felt a trickle of her juice slowly run down her thigh - she hoped Becca was.
As she was listening to the sounds of her son's clothing being stripped off, Carol thought back to the first time she'd done this for him. How nervous she was, how determined she was to do this thing for him and Becca. Now, she couldn't wait to feel him enter her again.
Of course, there was always the question of: who first? Who would Andy choose to put his prick in before the other? Was Becca truly ready? If she wasn't, this night could turn cold pretty fast.
Andy answered the question by stepping up and running a hand over Carol's rump. His warm palm easily grasped her cheek, pulling it aside to expose her glistening lips and rosy asshole. A gasp from next to her told Carol that he'd done the same thing to Becca.
He ran his hand down Carol's cheek, slipping it in her crack, and running his fingers through her grool-covered labia. Another gasp next to her that echoed her own. The comparisons stopped when he put his finger into her soaked snatch and started to gently pump away.
Her son had a finger in each of his wives, slowly stroking away, being extra careful with each. One, for her recent birth, and the other for her history with penetration.
Carol enjoyed his fingering for a while, happy to be back in action after weeks of desolation, but knew that things had to move along. She moved forward, pulling off of Andy's thick finger, and turned to kneel at his feet. His erection jutted forth from his trimmed pubes, a single drop of precum forming at his slit.
"Keep going," she said, nodding to Becca.
Carol stared at the droplet of her son's lust perched at his crown, waiting to see how big it would get. When it was surely too heavy to stay in place any longer, she swooped in with her tongue, and licked it up with a slurp. He grunted above her. Carol ran her hands over his strong thighs, and perched them at his groin as if to steady him before placing her open mouth over his glans.
Slowly, gradually, the horny mom took her son's cock into her mouth, feeling every ridge and vein on the way in, until he tapped at her throat. She was no deepthroat queen, so stuck to what she could take in, using her tongue and lips to fellate her first-born.
"Fuck, Mom," he moaned from above her.
Satisfied with his preparation, Carol let him go, and kneeled over behind her wife, pulling Andy's hand away. She was pleased to see that Andy's ministrations had done the job, and she was indeed wet - but not wet enough. She breathed deep, inhaling the musky heat coming off Becca's pussy, before leaning in to run her tongue along a slick labium.
Becca moaned from where her head was pressed into the bed, and Carol did it again, to her other side, before lapping up the girl lube gathered on her new wife's vulva. It had been years since she'd gone down on a girl, before Becca, and she found the taste intoxicating.
Not wanting to leave the main event any longer, being sure it would go well, Carol shuffled aside and let Andy move into her spot. He ran his hands along his first wife's bare flanks before stepping up and pressing his head into her gaping cunt. As if they'd been doing it for years, he sank his length deep within her vagina, the almost-virginal canal stretching to take him in.
Becca's cry of pleasure shook the room, and Carol almost went to check on the twins. When Andy pulled out to do it again, her cry was quieter but longer, and spoke volumes. Pleasure, but also satisfaction at finally achieving what she'd wanted for so long. A few more strokes from her husband, and she fell forward, dislodging him and rolling into the fetal position on the bed.
Carol moved to hug her, but Becca waved her off, saying, "I'm okay. It just got too much, too sensitive." She reached out and took Carol's hand and squeezed it briefly. "You finish him off."
Carol glanced up at her son/husband and cocked an eyebrow. He grinned back. She stood and turned, intending to lift her skirt once again, but he stepped up behind her and took her hands to stop her. She relaxed into his chest, and watched as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Each button revealed more skin, until it was obvious she was braless. He left her shirt together, the gap between the sides only hinting at her plump milk-filled tits pressing together, until he was done. Leaving her shirt on, he undid the skirt's buttons, letting the fabric fall away...and then he came back to remove her shirt, leaving her naked.
Spinning within the circle of his arms, Carol felt her son's cock run along her hips until it pressed into her mons. Her pussy clenched once, anticipating feeling her son inside of her once again. But first...she sat down on the bed behind her, Becca only a foot away, and stared up at her husband. He was naked, his rampant cock thrusting proudly between them, still wet from his other wife's juices. It was too much to resist.
Beckoning him with one crooked finger, Carol spread her legs to let him step forward. Taking him in her hand, she maintained eye contact as she lowered her head to take his cock into her mouth. Salty, slippery cock speared her lips, and she could taste her wife on him. Going slowly, savouring the flavour, Carol took as much of his length into her mouth as she could. His girth pressed her tongue down and poked her palate, his oily precum joining the buffet on her taste buds. With a slow, long suck, she pulled back, extracting as much as she could before plunging down on him again.
Before long, Andy was huffing above her, face red and straining. He said, "Mom, I'm going to come."
He was ready. She lay back and lifted her knees, holding them in place with her hands. "Fuck me, son."
With a wild look in his eye, he moved into the cradle of her thighs and pressed his glans into her eager pussy. In a single motion he was balls deep, and Carol exulted in the feeling of her offspring's cock deep within her cunt. Tingling pleasure filled her loins, waves of them spreading as he began to fuck her with powerful strokes.
Becca watched her two spouses rut on the bed, and Carol met her eye, pleased to see she wasn't upset.
Carol's breasts shook with each thrust, but she couldn't stop them and hold up her legs. Becca propped up from her curl and reached out to do it for her, stopping her tender mammaries from shaking too much. "I think you need to practice," she teased, and leaned in to take a nipple in her mouth.
The sharp spike of pleasure, combined with the pummelling of her pussy, sent Carol over the edge. Milk streamed into Becca's mouth, and leaked from her other tit. Juice spilled from her pussy, coating her son's cock, as Carol quivered and jiggled through a massive orgasm.
Carol fell limp when she was done, unable to hold her legs up anymore. She gasped, "I couldn't finish him. Your turn."
Becca sat up, leaving a dribble of milk running down the slope of the breast she'd been suckling at. When she looked at her wife with a question in her eyes, Carol nodded encouragingly.
Andy pulled out of his mother and stood watching as Becca unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't hurry, but didn't dawdle either. She kept her gaze on Carol. Pulling the shirt off to show her thick bra, it soon followed, and her wonderful coned breasts and pale, puffy nipples came into view. Becca lay down and undid her skirt, pulling it and her panties off, to lay down next to Carol, completely nude.
For the first time, she shifted her eyes to Andy, watching as he slowly moved over to her. Becca lifted her legs in the same way Carol had, and all three watched as Andy pressed into her gash, slowly sinking himself into her. He pushed at Becca's body, moving her further onto the bed, until he could climb on with her. Still joined, he laid his body over hers and kissed her.
Becca's arms and legs wrapped around her husband, and she clung to him as he started a slow fuck. They made love in front of Carol, and all she could do was cry with joy.
When Andy pushed a little harder on one thrust, she knew it had finally happened. With rhythmic presses, he delivered his load into his first wife, and the juices of their combined lust leaked past his shaft, down her ass onto the bed.
All three lay together after, legs and arms entwined. Becca was between mother and son, and she just had to turn her head to receive kisses from each in turn. Hands roamed over sweaty bodies and played freely. Several times Becca's sighs filled the room. When Andy had recovered, he moved to his mom and they made love in the same way he had loved his other wife before filling her with more of his semen.
***
Weeks passed. The twins grew. Life slowly attained a semblance of normality as everyone got more sleep. The sleep was often put aside for sex, but between the three of them, they managed.
Becca's nervousness dropped away entirely after the wedding night, and she was happy to accept kisses from both of her spouses, giving as well as she got. The first time she joined Carol in the shower was a shock, but a very pleasant one, and they used up the hot water soaping each other's bodies.
Carol had had experiences in the past with other women, but Becca was something different. Her past flings had felt like naughty experiments, something to dabble with, and then leave behind without giving all of herself. With Becca, it was different.
Kissing, touching, sucking, fingering, all felt natural and right, and she enjoyed being with the girl every bit as much as with her son. Due to the twins, it was rare for all three to have time together, but they took advantage when it happened. It wasn't unusual for the girls to be kissing and touching, breasts pressed together, while Andy loomed over them with his dick stuck in one of them.
Carol returned to work, cutting her maternity leave short due to a surfeit of parents. One day, two months after getting married for the second time, she was getting ready for work when Becca joined her in the shower.
"Mind if I join you?" Becca asked, slipping around the curtain.
"Mmm, not at all. I'm almost done, but you can wash my back," Carol replied, turning to face the shower head. She heard the sound of the spurt of soap and then soft hands landed on her back, stroking across her shoulders and arms. Carol leaned into it, eyes closed, enjoying her wife's attention.
When the hands ventured lower, across the upper slopes of her ass, she opened her mouth to remind her about her need to get to work...and stopped. The hand ventured lower, between her cheeks. "Feeling frisky and daring today?" she asked. Becca hadn't shown any interest in her ass before.
"Andy seems to like your bum. I think I can see why...you're very squishy here." Becca experimentally squeezed cheek.
"Thanks, I think?" Carol laughed.
"No, it's quite nice. I wish mine was a bit bigger."
"You're fine as you are. When you get to be my age you'll be wishing you were slim again. Age and pregnancy don't keep us trim."
Wet hands slinked around wet body, and Becca stepped in close, pressing her breasts into Carol's back. Her hands came to rest on the older woman's belly, gently covering the womb where the twins had come from. "You're beautiful," she said.
They stood together under the warm spray, until Carol reluctantly gave in to her mental clock. She had to move to be at work on time. Spinning around in her wife's arms, she pressed her mature, milk-filled breasts into perky, firm ones and kissed her. "I have to go," she said.
Becca pouted. "Just wash my back first?"
"Quickly, quickly," Carol sang, swapping spots to get Becca under the water. She grabbed the body wash, lathering up her wife's soft skin. When she felt she'd done a good enough job, she reached around for a hug, much like Becca had done, her hands landing on the girl's tummy.
Was it her imagination, or...she reached up to the girl's breasts, squeezing them experimentally.
"Hey, careful," Becca said. "They're tender."
"They're bigger, too," Carol said into her sister-wife's ear. "And so is this." She lowered her hands back down, feeling the slight roundness where before she'd been flat. "I think you've gotten yourself in the family way."
One would think, being adults fully aware of how babies are made, that the three of them might take precautions in order to avoid leaving it up to the whim of Andy's sperm - or the egg they might find - when to create new life.
Carol had been given two gifts on her wedding day. First was becoming a throuple with her son-husband and her sister-wife. The second was apparently witnessing the moment when her son knocked up his said wife. She took the morning off and went with Becca to get a pregnancy test, which confirmed it. The young woman just stared at the little +, eyes shining.
"I didn't think it was possible," she said. "In fact, I'm sure it wouldn't have been, without you. You gave me, us, two incredible babies, and then you made it possible for me to have one too. I can't thank you enough, Carol. I love you."
Tears swimming in her eyes, Carol pulled her into a hug and said, "I love you, too."
It was fun to see the pregnancy announcement from the other side. Becca's joyful cry when Andy got home, running to him with the test in her hand to tackle him with a hug. His happy cheers and enthusiastic hugs. Carol stood watching until they both turned and pulled her into the celebration.
When cries sounded from the twins' room, Carol begged off to go see them. In their room, she quickly went through the motions of changing and feeding them, all the while talking about the new brother or sister they would be having soon.
In the nursing chair, she crooned over them in turn, thinking of a time when Becca would be feeding her newborn in that very chair.
In the weeks and months that followed, she got to experience pregnancy from the other side. The swelling tummy, the small bladder, the aches and pains all resonated with her on a bone deep level, and she did her best to help the young woman through it.
It was her turn to draw baths and practicing suckling for when the baby came. She also got the exclusive attention of her son once again after Baby Amber was born and Becca was out of action.
***
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Carol asked, while checking her bag. She was leaving on a work trip, and it would just be Andy and Becca to deal with three babies.
"Mom, come on," Andy said, dandling one of said babies in his arms. The other two were napping, as was Becca. "We have it all in hand."
She smiled at him, proud of the strong young man he'd become, able to care for three children while loving two women. "I wish I could take you with me for the lonely hotel nights. Or maybe Becca. Should we leave you alone with the children?"
He actually went pale, and Carol laughed. "I'm teasing, I'll see you when I get back."
"Love you, Mom. Have a good trip," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
Carol returned it with a little extra.
The flight was uneventful, as was the taxi to the hotel. Stepping out, she looked up at the tall building, remembering about 18 months ago when she was there last. Vancouver in the winter was cold and rainy, but she didn't expect to be there long. The client from her last visit was doing an upgrade, and she was sent in to make sure it went smoothly.
She was sitting in the restaurant, sipping on a drink while waiting for her meal when a voice said, "Is this seat taken?" Carol looked around to see none other than Doug standing there.
"No, by all means," she said, gesturing to the seat next to her with a smile. "It's nice to see you again," she said, while he took off his coat and sat.
"It's nice to be seen. How have you been since we last met?" He looked the same, with a little more grey in his hair.
"I have zero complaints. In fact, life has been quite good to me. How about you? It's nice to see a friendly face in a strange city."
"Same, same. Still making work trips and meeting women in hotel restaurants."
Carol laughed and checked out his hand. "Meeting women, but wearing your ring again. That must be hard to pull off."
Doug glanced at the wedding band on his finger. "Actually, that's a new one. I got married last summer."
"Wow, congratulations. You were serious about moving on."
"I was, and I couldn't be happier. And you? Have you found someone?"
"I'm married as well," she said, flashing her hand to show the ring.
"Then congrats to us both! A toast: To moving on!" Doug lifted the glass he'd brought with him, and Carol touched hers to it.
They engaged in some more small talk over dinner, eventually trailing off at the end of the meal. Doug said, "Didn't you say that you were trying to help your son with having a baby? How did that turn out? Well, I hope?"
Carol smiled. "Very well. He has three children now, so you might say it was a resounding success."
"Wow! Busy guy. Send him my congrats."
"I will. It turns out he's quite virile. I'll see you around, yeah? I need to get some sleep, and I get tired a lot nowadays." She finished off her water and stood carefully, her baby bump emerging from under the table. Doug's mouth dropped open, and she grinned as she walked away.
Without the twins, or Amber, or Andy, or Becca around to drain her breasts, she was going to have to pump before bed. Carol hadn't intended to get pregnant again, but never seemed to find the time to go on birth control...and she kept bending over for her son. Maybe after this one she'd think about it...or the one after that.
She entered the elevator, thinking back to that day, months ago, when she threatened to visit her son and his wife. Maybe she'd facetime them and reminisce while telling them about the kick she'd felt at dinner.
FIN