章 1378: MAKING BABIES
I'm John and my wife is Lynn. We've been happily married for 32 years and we have three children. We have a nice life in North Florida and we are accustomed to the comfort of our large home, taking a nice vacation every year, going to nice restaurants several times a week, and doing things for our children to help them when the need arises. The oldest child, John Jr., is 29 years old and he recently finished his Ph.D. in clinical psychology at a top-tier university. He works for a VA hospital in Tennessee. The middle child is Bonnie. She's 26, she got a bachelor's degree in chemical engineering, and she works for a big manufacturer in Texas.
The youngest is Brian and he was the problem child. Brian is 22 and he got messed up with drugs when he was a teen. He finally got straightened out but he messed up his high school grades so bad that he didn't even want to think about going to college. The biggest reason he got off of drugs is Jen. Brian met Jen while he was in high school. It must have been one of those rare occasions when he actually attended and wasn't too high to remember who he was.
Jen was not into drugs and I guess she saw some potential in Brian because she stuck with him through rehab, a relapse, and finally getting straight four years ago. When he had been straight for a year, they came to us and told us that they wanted to get married . . . but there was a problem. Brian was working in a distribution center for a major retailer and he made decent money for a high school graduate but certainly not enough that they could buy a house any time soon. Jen was in college and she only had a part-time job and her contribution didn't really add much to the financial picture. They could move into an apartment but then they wouldn't be able to save any money towards the purchase of a home.
Brian and Jen asked if they could live in our house after they got married, until Jen had finished college and they had saved enough to get their own home. Brian was still living at home, Jen was a delightful girl, and we had enough room to accomodate them. Lynn had never stopped worrying about Brian backsliding into drugs so she was happy to have Brian close at hand and under her watchful eye.
We readily agreed and everyone was happy.
* * *
We told them that Jen could move in whenever they were ready and there was no need to wait until they were married, unless they wanted to wait. Both of them were thrilled to hear that announcement and Jen moved in the following weekend.
We had a few days of adjusting to having a new resident in our home. She was eager to fit in and be a good "roommate." She helped Lynn prepare meals and she helped with cleaning around the house.
One night, about a week after Jen moved in, Lynn and I were up late watching a movie that didn't end until close to midnight. As soon as the movie was finished, we turned off the television, checked the doors, set the alarm, and headed for the bedroom.
In our house, the bedrooms are all accessed by a common hallway and the master bedroom is at the very end. This meant that we would walk past Brian's bedroom door, which was closed as it usually was at night.
As we got near, we could hear the muffled but unmistakable sounds of Brian and Jen having sex. Perhaps they thought that we had already gone to bed - or they thought they weren't being very loud, or maybe they simply didn't care whether we heard them - because neither of them had dampened their enthusiasm or their lust. "Eat me, Brian!" Jen demanded. "Oh, yeah, just like that! Oh fuck me! I'm gonna cum!"
I looked at Lynn and got a grin on my face. She have me a pretend scowl and pointed to our bedroom door, indicating that I should not loiter for the sake of eavesdropping on our son and future daughter-in-law. I suspected that, listening to the lustful sounds of our young couple, she had gotten turned on as much as I had but she didn't want to admit it.
When we got in the bedroom, I closed the door and said, "Damn, sounds like they were having fun!"
"Well what do you expect? They're young and in love. But you should be giving them some privacy!" she replied.
"I should give them so privacy? I didn't have my ear pressed to the door, did I? And you listened just as much as I did! Well, at least I get the idea that Brian knows exacty what to do to please her, so I guess he inherited that from his dear old dad," I bragged.
"I'll admit that you know how to play my fiddle," Lynn conceded, "and I'm guessing that little bit of titillation has you horny . . . not that it takes much, does it?"
I had began undressing and was down to my boxers and tee shirt. "I guess you know how to read sign language!" I answered as I looked down at the tent in my underwear.
"Okay!" Lynn announced. "You know I never say no."
That was a true statement. Lynn was one of those rare women who almost never said "no" when her man was horny; in my case, that was about 4 times per week, sometimes more. After 32 years, she was obviously "a keeper," but not just because of her willingness to please me. Lynn was still cute in a youthful way but not beautiful or exotic. She looked like an older version of Kate Hudson. She was petite and trim. Her boobs were 34A but still "perky" and, on occasion, she could orgasm just from having her nipples sucked. She also had a cute little behind and she loved to have it fondled and worshipped.
"Tell you what," she began. "You pull down my panties and lick me till I cum and I'll roll over and let you have your way with my ass. It's been awhile since we did anal and you've been a good boy lately, so . . .."
"And you love it when I fuck that cute little ass of yours, don't you?" I asked with a smirk.
She quickly stripped down to just her panties but she left those on. Lynn always loved for me to pull down her panties.
I stood behind her and reached around to grab her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. "You're so sexy I wanna cum just looking at you, but I've got other plans for tonight," I stated.
"Like what?" she inquired in a seductive voice.
"Like putting my dick between your cheeks and pushing in until you've taken it all in your ass. Then I'm gonna pump it until I cum in your cute little heiny and I hear you cum from your ass fucking!"
"Mmmm," she quietly moaned.
I lowered my right hand and dipped beneath the elastic of her panties until I had found her hard clit. Lynn was already wet and I knew she was getting more aroused as soon as I started rubbing her nubbin. "I love your fingers!" she whispered to me.
I lowered my left hand and entered her panties on the back side. I slid my middle finger down her ass crack until I felt the pink pucker that was wanting to get fucked.
"You're such a naughty boy, John! You know I love that . . . but you're not getting in my ass until you make me cum with your tongue, so pull down my panties and eat me!"
I sat Lynn on the side of the bed and pushed her back so that she was laying across the bed with her ass at the edge of the mattress. I knelt down on the floor and placed her feet on my shoulders. This position gave me a comfortable and unobstructed access to her pussy and it also allowed me to see her asshole. As soon as I started licking little circles around her clit, she started moaning. "Oh yeah, just like that!" she said, mimicking the words we had heard emanating from Brian's bedroom a few minutes earlier.
Within a minute, I could tell that she was ready to explode. I had a bottle of KY at my side, already opened, and I applied a bit to my right index finger while I continued my ministration upon her snatch. When she was almost at the point of no return, I put the tip of my index finger on her little rosebud and applied a gentle pressure. My finger penetrated her forbidden hole and I stopped pushing when my first knuckle had just started to disappear. I then applied a gentle pressure sideways as I sucked her clit between my lips and licked and sucked at the same time.
"Oh, fuck me!" she moaned. I felt her shifting her weight to her feet and then her ass rose up as her torso arched upwards. Then, she pushed towards me so that her ass was fucking my finger. "Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me!" she uttered as she was caught up in her orgasm. Fortunately, there was a guest room between the master bedroom and Brian's bedroom, so I was sure that our connubial bliss was not being monitored.
"I know what I promised you but give me a moment to catch my breath," Lynn requested as her torso sank back into the mattress.
"Okay, but turn around in bed so I can get up there and snuggle with you," I told her. After a few seconds, she responded somewhat sluggishly but she did manage to get turned around in the bed so that her head was lying on a pillow and she was lying on her left side.
I pulled my boxers off, set the KY where I would be able to reach it, and got in bed behind her. I snuggled with her in the spoon position and my stiff dick worked its way between her two buns.
"I love what your tongue does to me," Lynn said. "That felt so damned good!"
"Well, I love what your mouth does to me when you lick on me, and I love what your pussy does to me when I get inside you, and I love the way your ass squeezes me and makes me explode when I fuck your ass!" I replied. "And right now . . . it's time for you to roll over onto your belly," I observed.
"I need you to fuck me good in my ass, John. I don't know why in the hell I love it so much and sometimes it makes me feel like a slut, you know, thinking about how much I like anal sex with you, but I can't explain it . . . and it doesn't matter, so fuck me good!"
She rolled over on her belly and reached back with her hands to pull her cheeks apart, revealing the object of my anal attraction, the tight hole which I longed to fuck. I got on top of Lynn and I kissed her shoulders, then I started moving towards the foot of the bed as I trailed kisses down her spine. When I got to the top of her ass crack, she said, "Don't worry, honey. I cleaned up about 15 minutes ago."
I ran my tongue down her crack until it connected with her anal orifice. I reached under her, found her clit, and started rubbing it while continuing to lick over the tiny ridges of her back door.
It didn't take long before Lynn was again getting aroused. Taking that as my cue, I sat up and straddled her ass. Reaching for the KY, I coated my dick in lube and then I poured a bit on her anus, then pushed the KY inside her with my finger.
"I'm ready, John. Just fuck my ass!"
I needed no further encouragement. I placed the tip of my dick against her pucker and pushed until the head of my dick popped past her sphincter and gained entrance into the dark interior of Lynn's ass.
"Oh!" she said as if it had caused some discomfort. "Go slow for a minute," she requested. Of course, I immediately complied.
I began pushing in slowly and kept going until I bottomed out, then I paused to allow her to accomodate and relax to the feeling of fullness in her ass. When I sensed that she was relaxing, I slowly began my back stroke, sliding ever so slowly back towards the entrance to her nasty hole. Of course, I didn't withdraw but again reversed direction and began pushing back in, just a little bit faster.
She arched up to make her breasts available and I began to fondle her nipples.
"You look like a teenaged girl with your small boobs and tight little ass. You're so tight it's like I'm fucking a virgin. It feels so damned good, I couldn't stop if you begged me, not until I cum inside your ass. You want me to cum in your ass, don't you?"
She knew that I wanted her to talk dirty to me; it was such a turn on . . . and she was always eager to get me going.
"My momma told me to never let anyone see my bum-bum and you're the only one who ever touched me back there. It feels so good when you fuck my little asshole and play with my little teen tits! I just need . . . mmmm . . . I just need for you to cum in my ass!"
That was the final straw. I felt my seed swelling up inside me and slowly moving towards the end of my dick. Suddenly, I erupted in spurts and began sraying the inside of her ass with my cum. I didn't stop thrusting until I had spurted my last drop, then I stopped with my dick buried to the hilt.
"Gawd, your ass feels SOOOO good!" I declared. "I'm so glad I get to sleep with your ass every night! And the rest of you, too."
"You're such a romantic," she teased me. After a minute or two of remaining close, I withdrew, fell down in the bed behind Lynn, and promptly fell asleep.
* * *
Brian and Jen got married about 8 months after Jen moved in with us. They had a honeymoon in Charleston and then returned to our home and settled into the life of newlyweds, to the extent that they could do so while living with us. A few weeks later, Lynn and I returned home one evening and caught sight of Brian and Jen, both naked and getting it on in the hot tub. Fortunately, they didn't see us so we backed out of the house, got in the car, drove a few blocks away, and called to let them know that we'd be home in a few minutes. After that night, Lynn and I ocasionally made a point of telling them that we would be gone for several hours and that we would probably call before we returned. This allowed them to know that "the coast was clear" and they could go skinnydipping in the pool or hot tub, without fear of being discovered, if they wanted to do so.
About 6 months after the wedding, Jen confided in Lynn that she had stopped using her birth control pills, with Brian's knowledge and agreement, of course. They were ready to take their chances with getting pregnant and felt that they were ready for a baby and that's what they hoped would happen. Personally, I thought it was irresponsible for them to try to have a baby when they could not even afford to take care of themselves. However, I also realized that, 100 years ago, it was common for several generations to live under one roof and it would have been quite acceptable to my great-great-grandfather for his son to still be living at home with a wife and baby. I'm and old fashioned guy in many ways and it really didn't bother me to have Brian and Jen living with us, so I accepted the news graciously.
Over the first year of their marriage, Brian and Jen got even more accustomed to each other and we got quite accustomed to having both of them at home. We became very relaxed and comfortable with each other. Brian would occasionally talk to me about his problems or concerns and ask for advice and I was quite flattered. Jen would also seek Lynn's counsel on matters concerning their marriage. Lynn was also flattered but she constantly encouraged Jen to seek advice from her own mother and to not neglect that relationship.
A few months before Jen was scheduled to graduate, she talked to Lynn about the fact that she and Brian had been having unprotected sex for over a year and she was still not pregnant. Lynn advised her that many couples require several years before they became pregnant and that she shouldn't be worried about that matter, because Jen had plenty of time to have babies.
When Jen brought the same subject up for discussion with Lynn about a month later, she suggested that Jen should have a checkup with her GYN just to make sure that everything was working properly.
After a few weeks, Jen had her appointment and told Lynn that the preliminary results showed no problems with Jen but the doctor had a few tests to run on Jen and also wanted to do a fertility test on Brian. Fortunately, Brian had insurance that paid for all of this because it was quite expensive.
After another month, the two of them revealed that the problem had been discovered. Brian had a very low fertility count. In fact, it was so low that the doctor said that they should not expect to ever get pregnant by the old fashioned method and they should consider artificial insemination.
The two of them were obviously sad for the next week and it was painful to watch them dealing with this setback. Lynn and I suggested that they take a long weekend and go stay at our condo in Flagler Beach. The weather had warmed up and it was a perfect time to go relax on the beach.
When they returned, they looked like they were feeling a little bit better. They said that they had made a decision and would discuss it with us later in the day.
"Dad, I feel awful about not being able to get Jen pregnant. You never had that problem so you can't imagine how it feels, but . . . it's like I'm not man enough to take care of her needs. I don't need any reassurance about how much of a man I am, but I'm telling you that's how it feels. I've failed her, so whatever I can do to help Jen get pregnant, I'm going to do."
Jen took over the discussion. "I want to have a baby that has Brian's genetics, that looks like Brian's child. If it's a boy, I want to name him Brian, Jr. and hear everyone say, 'Oh, yeah, that's Brian Junior!' Brian and I agreed; we don't want to use artificial insemination and have him look at the baby and think that it's some stranger's child. If Brian can't get me pregnant that the best candidate to be the biological father of our child is you."
"Me?" I asked. I had not been prepared for that announcement. "You want me to be the sperm donor?"
"Well, yes," Jen said, "but I don't just want you to be the sperm donor. Brian and I discussed this all weekend and we agreed that our child should be conceived naturally, just like most children are conceived, and I want to know that my child was conceived in a moment of passion and not while I was lying on a cold table in a doctor's office with strangers ogling my naked body."
Now I was shocked. I looked at Lynn and she had a blank stare on her face.
Brian resumed the talk. "What Jen is saying is that we want you to make love to Jen when she is at the peak of her fertility cycle. Obviously, all four of us must be okay with that idea for it to work and that's why we're talking now. Mom, it's a big thing to ask of you but I think you know that Dad having sex with Jen won't make him stop loving you. Dad, it's not cheating if we're all okay with the idea and, frankly, we're not asking you to do something that will feel bad physically. Jen's a great lover! It's a bit of a challenge for me to get okay with it but Jen and I have talked about it and we both trust you more than anyone else in the world. Jen trusts you and I trust that she loves me and having sex with you won't make her stop loving me."
"So, whenever Jen hits fer fertility peak, you want your dad to go in the bedroom and 'service' Jen like he's a stud horse?" Lynn asked.
"Well, we thought about that and we realize that might be awkward. Hearing Jen and Dad getting it on might be too much for you or me to handle, so they could go to the condo for the weekend and we wouldn't need to actually know what was happening, except that, hopefully, they would come back and a few weeks later, the pregnancy test would be positive." Brian had obviously thought about this quite a bit.
"Well, what if she doesn't get pregnant the first time?" Lynn asked.
"They just keep going to the condo on the weekends closest to Jen's fertility peak until she does get pregnant," Brian explained.
"Brian, you can't just give your wife to another guy! And you can't expect your mother to just sit there and agree for me to go have sex with some cute young girl while she stays at home and starts knitting baby booties!"
"Dad, I know it's a lot for both of you to digest and we don't expect you to agree right away. We just want you to think about it and, if it can't work, Jen and I will start working on something else. One of the alternatives is maybe we could take a trip to Tennessee and ask Johnnie."
"No!" Lynn immediately interjected. "Don't go asking your brother. He hasn't been married that long and I don't think his wife would cotton to that idea. You know how jealous she is!""One more thing," Brian added. "I would never give my wife to another guy, Dad, and she knows that. Jen and I both discussed this and I would be entrusting her to you - because we both trust you more than anyone else - and it would be for a limited purpose and a limited time. As soon as she's pregnant, that's it. And, no, Mom doesn't have to agree to it, and if she doesn't agree then it doesn't happen . . . but she trusts you and it would all be done with her knowledge and consent so it wouldn't be like you were sneking off to a cheap hotel room with a secretary from work."
"Frankly, it sounds crazy, but we understand what you're saying and . . . your Dad and I will think about this and discuss it and then we'll let you know," Lynn announced, obviously wanting to end the converstion on that subject. "So, how was the beach?"
* * *
I thought about it. Frankly, the idea of having sex with a young girl like Jen was a huge turn on, but this particular young girl was my daughter-in-law. And the idea of being unfaithful to my wife was a tremendous block to the whole idea. I had never cheated on her and she had never cheated on me and it would be that way for the rest of our lives. But every time I though about having my dick in Jen's pussy . . . I got as hard as titanium steel.
Lynn and I talked about it. Lynn said that, logically, it all made sense but, of course, the problem was all the emotions connected to the idea. She said that she trusted me and she knew I had never been unfaithful. She also acknowledged that, if it was done with her awareness and her consent, it wasn't cheating. It was like a couple having a threesome; as long as both partners agree, it's not cheating.
I jokingly asked her if she was suggesting that the two of us and Jen have a threesome and she knew I was joking but explained that Brian was right; the two of us going away for the weekend made more sense and even if she agreed to it, she didn't want to be present when it happened.
The idea of Brian asking his brother also bothered Lynn. She didn't feel that confident about the strength of Johnnie's marriage and she was afraid that even having the question asked would cause problems for him.
"So what do you think?" she asked me.
"Well, I've never cheated and I never will, but I have to admit that the idea of having sex with Jen is a turn on, and that's part of why it bothers me. If it was a dreaded chore like cleaning out the Augean stables, I could do it and not feel guilty. Hell, I don't want to feel guilty the rest of my life. And, yes, I'm sure I'd enjoy it. Jen's a cute girl and we've heard enough noise coming out of their bedroom to know that she's rather uininhibited so, I'm sure it would feel great. And, afterwards, I'd feel lousy because it felt great."
"If I gave my blessing to the idea, would that make a difference?" Lynn asked.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Well, I'm not wildly enthusiastic about the idea but if everyone else is okay with it, I'll give it my blessing . . . reluctantly."
* * *
So it was decided that I would have sex with Jen. She was charting her temperatures to determine peak fertility and the peak was two weekends away. We made plans to go to the condo on Friday after I got off of work. Fortunately, it was only about 80 miles away.
Jen and I had a somewhat uncomfortable lack of communication during the interim but I attributed that to her being a bit nervous. Although I believed that she was uninhibited, I also didn't think that she had much sexual experience with anyone other than Brian and, in fact, Brian may have been her only sexual partner.
The last few nights before the weekend, Lynn cut me off from any sex with her. She said she wanted me to be full of sperm and ready to get Jen pregnant the first time around. We didn't have sex but she was very affectionate towards me and I knew she wasn't looking forward to the weekend. Of course, the four of us had agreed that we would never tell anyone else about our plans for making a baby, so no one else knew that the two of us were going away for the weekend. Lynn made up a story about me going to visit a sick friend in Jacksonville, just in case anyone asked. Lynn made plans for a girls' night out on Friday night and one of her friends was elected to be the designated driver so I assumed that Lynn would probably drink more than usual to blot out the thoughts of what I would be doing.
Jen and I put our suitcases in the car Thursday night so that I could just pick her up from her job and we would go directly to the condo without going home first Friday afternoon. We both thought that would be easier for everyone involved.
Friday finally came and I must admit that I was excited. I picked up Jen and we soon were en route.
"We've got about an hour and a half, so I thought this would be a good time for us to talk and get to understand each other with what we're doing," I began. "First, if you change your mind about this at any time, and I mean at ANY time, you say the word and we stop. Even if I'm aroused and ready to take the plunge, say no and it all stops. After this is over, we both need to feel okay with what we've done, we're still gonna be living together, and you'll always be my daughter-in-law. That's tremendously important."
"I appreciate you saying that, John, but I'm not going to change my mind. This is what Brian and I both want and we've thought about it long enough. I'm not changing my mind," Jen replied.
"Okay. Well, there's two ways we can do this. One way, you can go in one bedroom and get ready, then turn off the lights. I can get ready in another room, make myself hard, come in and find you in the dark, get inside you and just pump like hell until I cum, then walk out of the room and go to sleep in my bedroom. That accomplishes the job. The other way is for us to make love like a couple in love and to feel everything that goes along with making love. You said something about passion and that gives you passion, but I don't want to assume anything about what you want."
"John, I'm not gonna fall in love with you. I love you like a daughter-in-law should love her father-in-law, but I don't want us to have 30 seconds of sex in the dark. It might be awkward at first but I'm sure we'll get used to it. And we also don't need to have sex just once. We can do it more than once."
"Okay. I'm not going back home and telling Lynn any details about what happened other than we had sex and we both hope that you got pregnant. She doesn't need to know the details and she's probably better off not knowing too many details. You can decide how much you want to tell Brian but I can't imagine that telling him how many times we did it and what positions we used will make him feel better."
"No, you're right. In fact, Brian asked me to not tell him any details, so we're good on that."
"When you first proposed this idea, I felt very guilty because . . . well, the idea of making love with you is very exciting. You're a cute, engaging young lady and Lynn and I hear enough noise coming out of your bedroom to suspect that both of you are rather unhibited when you get in bed. So, I'm excited, but I'm also feeling a bit nervous and a little bit shy and . . . please understand that I have not made love with anyone other than Lynn in 34 or 35 years, so I'm a bit nervous. I don't know anything about your sexual history and you don't need to tell me but I don't think you've ever been with very many guys so I'm just gonna assume that you're nervous, too, so . . . when we get to Flagler, we'll stop and get some groceries and maybe a few bottles of wine. Maybe a little bit of that grape juice will help us relax."
"Wow, I didn't realize you guys could hear us. That's kind of embarrassing!' she confessed.
"Oh, don't feel badly about it. You're married to my son and you have sex with him. You're supposed to. We're not trying to listen in but occasionally we're walking around the house for some odd reason late at night and we can tell you two aren't sleeping. It sounds like you're having fun and I'm glad."
"I never said this to Brian but the idea of having sex with another guy is . . . well, Brian isn't the first guy I was with but he is the second. The first guy was one time only and it was awful. So, even though you're a bit older, I've always heard that older guys are better lovers and, yeah, I'm a bit excited, too. But I'm gonna be nervous about getting naked and doing it with my father-in-law."
We both laughed and I was glad that we had broken some of the tension. The conversation for the remainder of the drive was more mundane and, before much longer, we were in Flagler Beach. As I had promised, we stopped at the grocery store, got some food and some wine, then we went to the condo.
We got the suitcases up to the condo and then I looked at Jen and she understood the question without me asking.
"You're going to make love to me sometime this weekend, more than once, and spending the night sleeping alone would make it kind of weird so, if you don't mind, why don't we share the master bedroom? This will be easier if we just allow ourselves to get comfortable with each other."
"I'm good with that," I answered.
We got the suitcases unpacked and everything put away in the kitchen. We decided to just have a sandwich for dinner because it would be quick and easy. I poured both of us a glass of wine and turned on some soft jazz music while we were eating.
After dinner, we looked at each other like 'what now?'
"I think the longer we wait, the more awkward it might feel, so let's pour another glass of wine, change into our swimsuits, get in the hot tub and maybe it'll be easier to get naked once we're warm, relaxed, and mostly under water," I suggested.
"Great idea," Jen responded.
We both started to walk towards the master bedroom and then I stopped and motioned for her to go first. Within 5 minutes, she exited in a yellow bikini that left little to the imagination. I gave her an exaggerated wolf whistle.
"John, you're not supposed to ogle your daughter-in-law," Jen teased me.
"Right," I sarcastically conceded, knowing that I would be doing far more than simply ogling her before the weekend was over.
She headed off to the hot tub while I changed into my swim suit and then I joined her. She was already in the hot tub. I had called the building maintenance crew earlier in the day and asked them to turn it on so it would be warm when we arrived.
"Come on in. It feels great." Jen said.
I climbed in and took a seat opposite her. Our legs were touching and, under other circumstances, I might have made some effort to move and avoid the touch, but tonight was different.
"This is an incredibly bizarre weekend," I observed.
"It certainly is," she agreed. She grabbed her wine glass and held it up for a toast. "Here's to incredibly bizarre weekends . . . and making babies!"
We clinked our glasses and drank. I don't drink very often and I don't think Jen did, either. I certainly wasn't drunk from 2 glasses of wine but I could feel it having its effect on me.
"Should we . . ." I began.
". . . get naked?" she laughed as she finished my sentence. She leaned forward and reached behind her to unfasten her bikini top. As soon as it was removed, she put it across the side of the hot tub. She was still below the water and the hot tub was in a sunroom, which was dimly lit, so I certainly couldn't see below the water. However, just knowing that she was topless was exciting.
"Your turn, John," she prompted me.
I put my thumbs under the elastic of my swim suit and pushed it past my knees and then my ankles, placing it on top of the side of the hot tub as Jen had one with her bikini top.
"I believe you are the only one with any clothes remaining," I said.
I could see her raise up and shimmy and then her bikini bottom joined her bikini top. "Now we're naked," she said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm hard as steel just thinking about you being naked and still feeling a little self-conscious about my daughter-in-law seeing my boner. Other than that, I'm 100% A-OK and it's just another day in the park."
She laughed. "Well, my nipples are hard and it's not from being cold," she admitted, "so don't be too self-conscious. It's a problem that a little more wine will easily solve."
She lifted her glass to her lips and finished the wine we had started earlier. I took that as a challenge and hoisted my glass until my wine was also gone.
"All gone. Now what do we do?" I asked coyly.
"Maybe we should get some more wine," Jen suggested.
"Okay. There's another bottle in the kitchen if you want to go get it."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she teased me. "Why don't you do the honors?"
"Well, uh . . .." I felt that I was on the spot.
"Okay, I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, so I guess I'll go get it. Before you see me naked . . . I'm a little bit self-conscious about . . .."
"About your boobs?" I asked. "Lynn told me that the two of you had discussed that. Honey, you've worn enough tight fitting clothes around the house for me to know that you don't have big boobs. I'd guess that you're about the same size as Lynn - 34A. That's okay. Lynn's boobs are so sexy and I'm sure yours are, too. Some guys actually prefer smaller boobs and I guess I'm one of those guys and . . . if you felt my dick right now, you'd know how hard you've got me."
"Are you hard for me, John?" she asked. She leaned forward and I suddenly felt her fingers wrapping around my rod. "You weren't telling stories," she said as she released my battering ram.
When she stood up, I had my first glimpse of my naked daughter-in-law. I had seen her the one time that Lynn and I had walked into the house and spied them in the hot tub but I hadn't really seen any details of her body. Jen was almost a hard body. She had no belly fat and her thighs were slender. Her boobs were small and her lipple pink nipples were hard. She was clean shaven between her legs and her pussy was a simple slit that concealed the remainder of her feminine apparatus. Like Lynn, she had a cute, tight little ass that looked like it would be great fun if the weekend wasn't entirely dedicated to making babies.
"I'll be right back," she said as she stepped out of the hot tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked off towards the kitchen. Maybe two minites later she returned with a bottle of wine and she had already opened it. She set it down on the floor before she unwrapped her towel and returned to the water.
"Damn, I left the wine on the floor," she said. She rose and leaned over the side of the hot tub, extending herself to reach the bottle sitting on the floor. There was enough light in the room that I got a glimpse of her little pink pucker and it looked damned inviting but I knew that was one pleasure that I would never know.
She reached the bottle, took it in her grasp, and returned to her seated position. She poured herself another glass and set in on the side of the hot tub, then she leaned forward and poured some wine in my glass. She set the bottle beside her glass and then moved forward until her lips met mine. Her hard nipples were against my chest and my dick was being caressed by her silky smooth pussy.
"I've read some articles that say my odds of conception go up the more aroused I am when you cum inside me, so I hope you believe in foreplay," she whispered in my ear.
"I don't have months to figure out what gets you going, so tell me what gets you aroused," I told her.
"I want to have my nipples sucked while you finger me, then I want you to eat me, maybe rim me while you finger fuck my pussy, then I want you to fuck me hard!" she directed.
"Well, you're not bashful, are you?"
She looked at me, gently shook her head side-to-side, then raised up so her nipple was touching my lips. I immediately took it into my mouth and began licking and sucking.
"Mmm," she softly moaned. "That feels great."
My hands had found her ass and I had one on each cheek. I pulled her cheeks apart as my right hand edged closer to her anal cleft. Suddenly and without warning, I placed the tip of my finger against her asshole.
"Damn that feels good!" she uttered. "But if you're an ass man, well . . . that's not how we make babies!"
"No, but its part of how we get you aroused, isn't it?" I applied pressure to my fingertip as I continued to suck on her nipple. I didn't penetrate her ass but the pressure was enough to get Jen ratcheted up a notch or two. "Turn around and sit between my legs."
She did what I suggested and I placed both hands on her boobs, massaging and manipulating her boobs and then her nipples. I whispered in her ear, "You're a beautiful woman and if we weren't both married . . ."
I lowered my right hand to her pussy and quickly found her clit, already engorged with blood. "When we get in bed, I'm gonna suck on your clit until you scream."
"I hope so," she replied.
I continued playing with her clit but didn't want to bring her to an orgasm. I was just teasing her, getting her ready for the big event.
We both knew it was time to get out of the hot tub. We dried off and headed for the bedroom. She pulled down the covers and sheets and jumped in to bed, eager to experience the next round.
I pulled her to the side of the bed so that I could kneel on the floor while I licked her snatch. With her feet on my shoulders, I began licking her pussy and occasionally dipping down to lick on her ass. She got extremely wet and I knew that no KY would be necessary tonight. When I put two fingers in her pussy and started massaging her G-spot while licking her clit she exploded in an orgasm of epic proportions.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed as her ass bounced up and down. I could see her asshole contracting in rhythm with her orgasm and that told me her whole body was consumed with the fire of cumming hard.
She looked down at me and said, "I need you to fuck me now!"
She moved back around in bed and spread her legs, inviting me to join her in the missionary position. I was as hard as steel and needed no further foreplay and I knew her pussy was ready.
I placed the tip of my dick at her pussy and paused, giving her a last chance to say "no," but she put her lower legs around me and pulled me forward so that I slid into her heavenly hole. After 32 years of having sex, and having had three babies, Lynn's pussy was not as tight as it had been when we first got married, but Jen had a tight pussy. It was really, really tight! It felt like it was squeezing me and every fiber of my body wanted me to cum in her wet receptacle. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my chest and she was like a woman on fire, matching my thrusts with her own. I wanted to feel my cum gushing into her hot, wet pussy.
I kept up a steady pace and knew it was just a matter of maybe a half-minute before I would erupt inside her.
"John, I need to feel you cum in me so bad!" she gasped between her moans.
"I want you to cum with me," I said. I reached my right hand around her ass and found her anus with the tip of my middle finger. As soon as I touched her pucker, she started cumming. "You're so fucking naughty!" she screamed as her torso arched up and became rigid, her moaning got louder, and her breathing got ragged. All of that put me over the edge.
"I'm cumming!" I said as I felt the first blast surge through my dick and out into the hot spasms of her pussy. I continued thrusting and pumping until my hose ran dry and then I stopped and looked into her eyes. She appeared to be in shock.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped. "That was so fucking incredibly good! I feel incredibly well fucked!"
"I never thought I would feel anything that good again!" I exclaimed. "I know we're just here to make a baby but I hope that you'll let me go to sleep with my arms wrapped around your naked body.""I'd be offended if you didn't do just that," she replied. Within seconds, I was asleep and I slept like a deeply satisfied man.
* * *
I woke up the next morning to the smell of frying bacon and coffee. I put on a robe and followed the aroma to the kitchen. Jen was standing at the stove, dressed in just panties and a short tee shirt, cooking breakfast and looking radiant.
"Good morning, beautiful!" I said.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Breakfast will be ready in about 10 minutes but the coffee is already made and waiting for you to pour a cup. I woke up and thought I'd surprise you with a good Southern breakfast. How do you like your eggs?"
"Overeasy or scrambled, whichever is easier for you," I responded. "Did you sleep well?"
"I slept exceptionally well," Jen said. "I think it had something to do with that injection that you gave me last night."
I grinned. "I know this is all about getting you pregnant but I won't lie. What we did last night could become very addicting. I mean, I'm never doing anything to be unfaithful to my wife, but if I wasn't married . . . if you weren't married . . . if I wasn't such an old man . . .."
"Well, yes, we are both married and this is weird and yes, there is an age difference, but there's no reason to not enjoy it while we've got it to enjoy. Maybe tonight . . .. And, I swear, if any of my girlfriends ever say anything about older guys being creepy or something stupid like that, I'm sonna set 'em straight, because, damn John, last night was awesome!"
"So, what do you want to do today?" I asked.
"Well, unfortunately, I have a little bit of studying to do and then I might lie on the beach for awhile and then, who knows what?" Jen answered.
"Well, how about father-in-law taking you out to dinner tonight?" I offered.
"That would be great!"
We sat and ate our breakfast. Eggs, bacon, grits, biscuits, orange juice, and coffee make a very filling and wholesome breakfast for any Southern man and I left the table thinking that I would probably not eat again until dinner.
I spent some time on my laptop while Jen "hit the books" and then we went to the beach for a few hours. The yellow bikini made another appearance and it took a while for my boner to subside enough that I could leave the condo.
I felt like an old man with a trophy wife/girlfriend while I was at the beach and it felt good, but I also knew that everything I was feeling was transient and that reality would return when we went home the next day. But for now, I felt as if I was the envy of every other middle-aged guy on the beach.
I took Jen to one of my favorite restaurants in St. Augustine and we walked down St. George Street, stopping at one of the outdoor bars that had live music. I had one scothch but I bought Jen several Cosmo's and she was feeling no pain when we left. I drove home in silence and Jen dozed in her seat which we had reclined back for her.
When we got to the condo, I awakened her and helped her up to the unit. She apparently got her second wind as she announced, "I guess we know what's next!"
She didn't want to spend time in the hot tub and she didn't need any more to drink. She went into the bathroom to pee and emerged a minute later totally nude.
She came to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "How'd you like to get a young girl pregnant?" she asked.
"If that's what you want, I'd be happy to oblige," I replied.
She began unbuttoning my shirt and quickly had it removed. Next, my belt followed and then my pants were down around my ankles.
"Why, John, it looks like you have a boner in your britches. Did I cause that?" she asked coyly.
"Yes ma'am, you caused it and I guess you'll do something to fix it," I responded.
"Is it broken? Here, let me take a look at it," she said. She dropped to her knees, pulled by boxers down, and looked at my dick for a brief moment before she said, "It looks okay but let me take it for a road test."
With that announcement, she took my dick into her mouth and began bobbing up and down, giving me good reason to be even harder.
"If you don't stop, the babymakers are gonna end up in your belly instead of your pussy," I warned her.
She stopped the blow job and stood up. "Well, let's do something about that," she said. She walked to the bedroom door, turned and looked at me and gave me that 'come hither' motion with her index finger and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to follow her.
She pulled the covers and sheets down, then she crawled into bed on all fours. She looked back at me and said, "Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna come fuck me?"
I realized she would probably pass out before long so I wasted no time with foreplay. I got on my knees behind her, lined up my dick, and pushed forward. As soon as I was inside her, that feeling of incredible tightness returned. It was like a hand covered in lube was squeezing my dick. I saw Jen move her right hand to between her legs and I could feel that she was rubbing on her clit. This girl certainly wasn't inhibited.
She was tipsy and probably wouldn't care even if she was sober, so I turned my hand so that I could run the tip of my middle finger down her crack and I stopped when I felt her anus. She started trying to squeeze my fingertip with her ass and that just made me pound her pussy harder. If she didn't want foreplay but she just wanted an ejaculation, I was determined to give it to her like a jackhammer.
I kept thrusting harder and harder and I sensed that she was close to cumming so I pulled my finger away from her ass and reached around and started playing with her nipples. That triggered the collapse of her control and she began falling off the cliff and into the abyss of physical delight. "Mmmm . . . mmmm . . . mmmm," she moaned. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles and I could feel her pussy pulsing with waves of muscular contractions. My cum rushed with a great force and spewed into her pussy like a volcano exploding with a vengeance.
When I went soft, I pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed. Jen looked over at me and said, "I 'd love to join you but I need to stay in this position for a few minutes to let gravity help the sperm do their job. It's not a very flattering position but . . .."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. You have a very cute little behind and I quite enjoyed it!"
"Oh, it felt good, that's for sure!" she assured me.
After maybe two minutes, Jen flopped down beside me, draped her leg over mine and placed her head on my chest. "I don't think I've been very good to you this weekend. I've been wrapped up in feeling my guilt about what we're doing - even though both of our spouses agreed to this - and neglecting the fact that you've got just as much reason to be feeling guilty. And I realize that this feels good but . . . the real reason you're doing this is for me and Brian and not just because you wanted to bone a young girl. John, you're an amazing man and at times I look at Brian and see glimpses of you, and I have great hope for our future. Lynn's a lucky lady and I hope Brian and I do as well as you two have done. So, I want you to know, before we go back to the real world, how much I appreciate what you've done - not just this weekend, but for all the time that Brian and I have been together, and . . . don't tell Brian and don't tell Lynn, but I'm a bit jealous of her."
As soon as she had finished her last sentence, she raised up and moved over, lowered her face to mine, and gave me a passionate and arousing kiss. "And part of me would like to postpone going back home tomorrow, but I do love Lynn and my life with her and I owe her everything . . . but I'll never forget this weekend."
"Well, remember . . . if I don't get pregnant from that fine poking you gave me, we'll be coming back here in about four weeks."
"Right. Well . . . part of me will be hoping that you get a positive result in two weeks but part of me will . . .." Jen placed her finger on my lips to silence me.
"Whatever will be, will be."
Jen placed her head back on my shoulder and we were soon both asleep.
We packed up and went home early on Sunday. We both felt that our spouses would probably feel better if we showed up by noon instead of 9 pm. On the drive back home, we repeated our agreement that we would only tell Lynn and Brian that we had fulfilled the plan and we would not, under any circumstances reveal any of the details.
As we neared home, my anxiety started to increase. I looked over at Jen and asked, "Are you feeling a little bit nervous about walking in and seeing Brian?"
"Yeah, you know, even though we agreed to do this . . . I still feel like maybe part of him didn't want me to do it and . . . I wonder if Lynn will feel jealous at all. I mean . . . I wouldn't want to be in her position and maybe we shouldn't have asked you guys to agree to all of this."
"Well, I've had those same thoughts, but . . . what's done is done, we can't undo it, and . . . making a baby is obviously important for you guys and . . . all four of us are equally responsible for what's happened."
I reached over and placed my hand over hers. "We'll be fine," I reassured her.
* * *
When we entered the house, Lynn and Brian were in the family room, watching a movie. They paused the movie.
"I'd ask if you guys had a good time this weekend but that would probably be TMI," Lynn said with a smile. "I'm glad you're both safe back home."
"It's good to be back home," I said, and I meant it. Jen was a lovely girl and the sex with her had been astronomically good, but I was very much in love with Lynn and nothing could change that.
"Well, I'm gonna get the bags in," I said. Brian volunteered to help me.
"Dad, I know this is weird beyond belief and . . . I hope it worked, but . . . don't worry about you and me. I haven't changed my thoughts on what we're doing and I know that you still love Mom and that Jen still loves me."
He held out his hand to shake mine but I moved to put my arm around him and give him a hug. "I hope y'all get a baby out of this!" I said.
As we entered the house and headed for the bedrooms, the girls followed us. Obviously, both wanted alone time with their husbands.
* * *
As soon as I set the suitcases down, Lynn put her arms around me and held on tight. After a few seconds, I realized that she was crying.
"I know that was tough for you," I began, "but nothing's changed between us. I'm still in love with the same girl I married 147 years ago!"
She managed a small laugh. "I thought it would be easier with you two not being here but that really didn't make it any easier. If there's another time . . ."
"Shh," I hushed her as I put my finger on her lips. "I love YOU and only you and nothing will ever change that. I'm gonna go to sleep with my arms around you tonight!"
"That's what I missed so much. If you have to do it again . . . don't leave me, please!" she pleaded.
"I won't do anything without your blessing," I promised.
I took everyone out to dinner that night because I thought it might be less awkward if we were in a public setting rather than being at home where talk could be more intimate.
Monday night, Lynn and I went to bed early and we made love in a way that can only be called "making love."
* * *
Two weeks later, Jen made an announcement at dinner. "My period started this morning. I'm disappointed but . . .."
"Let's talk about it after dinner," I suggested.
* * *
After dinner, we adjourned to the living room. "Obviously, I'm not pregnant. I have a home pregnancy test but there's no sense in wasting it," Jen began.
"Well, you guys just need to try it again," Brian quickly added, as if his comment would end the discussion.
"Not so quick, Brian. This requires the consent of all four of us and just because we all agreed to do this the last time, that doesn't mean the answer will be the same this time. So, first, how about you, Jen?"
"I wanna be pregnant and have a baby, a baby conceived in passion instead of a test tube, and a baby that could be Brian's, so my answer is still yes!" she said, and I suspected that she was making an effort to suppress any hint of excitement in her voice."
"Lynn, what do you say?" I asked my wife.
"I want Brian and Jen to have a baby and I understand what Jen wants. But you don't need to go away for the weekend. Last time, I missed going to sleep with you. Listen, I know you two had sex. I'm not thrilled about that but I understand and I'm okay with it, but . . . it really bothered me that I didn't get to go to sleep with my husband. It doesn't matter whether it happened in the next room or the next county, so . . . okay, but please don't go."
"Brian, are you okay with us staying here and doing it in this house?" I addressed my son.
"Dad, I'm okay with whatever it takes to make a baby for us. Of course, I understand what Mom's saying. I know you guys did what we asked you to do so it's not like we're blaming you for anything, but . . . last time, when you were gone for the weekend, it kinda felt like we had been abandoned, and I know that Mom felt the same way so . . . sure! Stay here."
"If everybody else agrees, I'll do it. My only concern is that I don't want this to cause any problems between any of us."
"Well, since you raised that issue, Dad . . . I have a request that I want you to consider. Think about what it's been like for you to be a father. You were there when each of us was conceived - obviously - and you were there when we were born. I'd like to be there when my child is conceived and I'd like to be holding her hand when Jen is being inseminated. She wants this to happen in a moment of passion and you've gotta be the one who's giving her the sperm 'injection,' but there's no reason that I can't be the one to give her the passionate arousal!" Brian's request took me by surprise but I had no time to react.
"If everybody else is gonna be there, I don't wanna be left out!" Lynn added.
"Where the hell is this heading?" I asked. "A family threesome?"
"No," interrupted Lynn. "If I'm there, it'll be a foursome!"
"Okay, so a few weeks from now, we'll all have dinner, maybe drink a margarita or two, get in the hot tub, Brian can remove Jen's clothes, get her all hot and bothered, and then I'll stick it in her and give her a blast of sperm while you two watch?"
"I guess I'm okay with that if you are," Jen quickly stated.
"Obviously, I'm okay with it. It's my suggestion," Brian added.
"You're the one who wants us to be closer," Lynn said. "How could a family possibly get closer?"
"Y'all are all crazy as hell," I said, "and it might take three margaritas to get me ready for that. Jen, you'll need to let us know when to schedule the Adams Family Fuckfest!"
"Well, I can tell you that it will be not this weekend but probably the following weekend. And . . . I do have one request. Everybody's gonna gather around and watch me and I'm gonna be naked. I understand why you want to be there . . . and of course I've gotta be naked, but . . . if I'm gotta be naked, you oughta be naked, too!"
"I can do that," Brian jumped in with his answer. "How about you, Mom?"
"Well . . . I'd probably feel uneasy but I don't want to feel left out. I had enough of that the last time, so . . . if it's gonna be a foursome, give me a few Margaritas and I guess it'll really be a foursome."
* * *
It was Thursday, two weeks after we had decided to have an insemination party witnessed by my wife and my son. At dinner, I asked if Brian and Jen had any plans for Friday night.
"No, not yet," Brian responded. "You got something in mind?"
"I thought maybe I could take off early, stop and get some nice T-bones from the Island Meat Market, and come home and we could cook out around the pool, maybe have a Margarita or two. This is the weekend, right?"
"Yes, absolutely," Jen chimed in. "I've been charting my temperature and tomorrow or Saturday are the days."
"That sounds like a lovely idea, John. I'll bake a chocolate cake and make sure we have all the fixings for Margaritas," Lynn volunteered. I thought it was a totally absurd response to the announcement that I would probably be fucking my daughter-in-law tomorrow night - with an audience cheering us on, no less - but if thinking about a chocolate cake made her more comfortable with the idea . . . then go bake ten chocolate cakes, dear!
* * *
I took off work about 2:00 pm on Friday. I stopped at the meat market and, as usual, Bobby was behind the counter.
"Hey, John Boy! The boss let you go home early today, huh?"
"Yeah, you know . . . seniority has its advantages," I replied.
"Got plans for the weekend?" he asked.
"Well, I need to get some steaks for a family cookout tonight and . . . I'm not sure what I'll be getting into after that," I answered, restraining myself from smiling too much.
I got 4 T-bones and some crabbed-stuffed mushrooms and was soon back en route.
When I arrived home, Brian and Jen were still at work and Lynn was in the shower. I put the steaks in the refrigerator and then changed into some board shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. I was pulling the gas grill out when Lynn noticed that I was at home. She came out to the pool deck to give me a welcome-home kiss.
"Hi, honey!" she said as she approached. She gave me a hug and a kiss and then said, "Do you think it will be weird tonight?"
"Weird?" I asked with feigned incredulity. "We're all gonna get naked, we'll watch our son and daughter-in-law get hot and bothered with foreplay, then I'm gonna stick my dick in her pussy while you're cheering me on. No, probably not too weird! Why do you ask?"
"Yeah, I guess . . . just thinking about being naked around Brian and Jen is weird for me so it must be a whole lot more weird for you," she conceded.
"Yeah, but I won't be watching you boink somebody you're not married to, so . . . weird for you, too, and think about Brian. He's gonna get naked in front of his parents, fondle his wife until she's obviously hot and bothered, then watch his daddy fuck his wife, all while his naked mama watches. It's totally fucking weird, but . . . it's what they want, so . . .."
"After watching all of that, I might need some relief," Lynn advised me. "I don't know if . . . if you'll have anything left in you, but maybe you could at least go down on me or finger me 'til I cum."
"You have my promise on that," I replied.
I got the grill cleaned and used the blower to clean the pool deck while Lynn went into the kitchen and started the other preparations for dinner. A few minutes later, she returned to deliver a Margarita to me.
"I don't wanna get three sheets to the wind," she explained, "but I think I will need a little bit of liquid courage tonight. I'm kinda antsy about getting naked and seeing you do another female, but I'm mainly worried about us and the possibility that . . .."
I instantly put my finger to her lips to stop her in mid-sentence. "You're my girl," I said to her. "Always have been; always will be. If you feel bad about this, we don't have to do it. Brian and Jen can always go for artificial insemination, even if they use my sperm, but I don't have any option in my life that doesn't include you."
I looked into her eyes, then gave her a tight embrace and kissed her like a man kisses his woman. "Tell me what you want," I asked in a quiet, almost whispering voice.
"At the end of the night, take me to bed, wrap your arms around me, tell me that you love me, and then we'll drift off to sleep. That's what I need," Lynn said with confident resolve.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I assured her.
* * *
Brian and Jen arrived home within 10 minutes of each other. They both changed into swim suits and came out to the pool. Jen was wearing the same yellow bikini that I had seen the previous month.
I don't know if she was wearing the same bikini intentionally or if it was just a coincidence, but as soon as I saw it, I started thinking about our prior romp. And I started getting hard. Fooling around in the hot tub, seeing her walk around naked, having sex and then sleeping together . . . the entire experience had been very flattering to me, and maybe it was best that we not repeat that weekend. I love my wife but the idea of sticking my dick in a young girl's pussy, cumming inside her, and having my wife's blessing . . . it was almost surreal.
We have a concrete block and stucco privacy wall around the back yard and none of the neighbors had multi-story homes so anything that happened in our back yard was private. Lynn and I had gone skinny dipping in the pool on many occasions and I'm sure that Brian and Jen had done the same. I suspected that all of us would end up naked in the pool or the hot tub before the day was finished. Seeing each other naked was a concern . . . but we wouldn't be sharing anything with the neighbors!
Lynn soon appeared with two more Margaritas. Brian and Jen each accepted a drink and started downing it quicker than normal. I suspected that they both knew what would happen later and were trying to get themselves over their own anxieties about the planned events.
Within a few minutes, Lyn returned with the steaks on a platter, ready for the grill.
"Everything else is ready so why don't you go ahead and grill the steaks. The sooner we get done with dinner . . .," Lynn didn't finish her sentence, but she didn't need to.
"Okay, honey," I replied.
Lynn brought out the side dishes, set the table by the pool, and the steaks were soon grilled. We all drank another Margarita along with our dinner. We exchanged small talk over the meal and avoid talking about what we were preparing to do.
Jen and Lynn cleared away the dishes and Brian put away the grill. Jen came back out to the pool and Lynn joined us a few minutes later, adorned in a bikini which I had not previously seen.
Brian and Jen were in the pool and they invited us to join them. Though the sun was setting, the day was still warm and I suspected that things would get even hotter before the night was finished.
We engaged in a few minutes of childish frolicking in the pool, releasing some of our nervous tension. As the conversation began to get quiet, Brian put his arms around Jen, pulled her body against his, and kissed her passionately. He reached behind her back and untied her bikini top and then they parted just long enough for him to pull the tiny swatch of yellow cloth away from her body. I caught a brief glimpse of her wonderful little boobs before their bodies were again pulled together.
I saw Lynn watching with her mouth agape, and then she turned towards me with a shocked look on her face. I motioned with my finger for her to come to me and, in her state of surprise, she responded like an obedient puppy.
I stood behind her and pulled her body back against mine as we continued to watch Brian engaged in erotic play with Jen. He has his hand in her bikini bottom, apparently massaging her ass while still kissing her passionately. He backed away from Jen just enough so that he could lower his head. He took Jen's left nipple in his mouth and began to suck like a baby.
As he did that, I placed my hands on Lynn's bikini-covered boobs and began to fondle and knead her small little tits. I felt her nipples get hard and then I reached over and under her bikini so that my right thumb and index finger could tweak her nipple unimpeded by any fabric. As I did so, I could hear Lynn start to whimper quietly.
While I was paying attention to my wife, Brian was paying attention to his wife. He had his hand in the front of her bikini bottoms and she was responding to the ministrations of his fingers. We could hear her moaning, "Fuck, Brian! That feels so hot! I want you to make me cum!"
Watching this got Lynn even more aroused and she made no pretense of self-consciousness when I put my hand in her bikini bottom and started playing with her clit. The little nubbin got hard as soon as I touched it and I could tell Lynn was getting aroused.
Meanwhile, Brian was pulling Jen's bikini bottom down and she very willingly stepped out of it. She was now totally naked but the water came to above her waist so we really couldn't see her pussy or ass. That quickly changed as Brian whispered in her ear and she then pushed up and sat on the edge of the pool.
Any thoughts that Jen might be exiting the pool and pulling away from the family orgy were dispelled when she opened her legs and Brian moved between to start eating her out. Lynn and I were both mesmerized but not so much that it made me forget that I wanted to get Lynn's top off of her.
I reached up and untied her top and Lynn acted as if me removing her top in the presence of Brian and Jen was the most natural thing in the world. Seeing how easy that was, I pulled down her bikini bottom and Lynn was now totally naked too.
She leaned back and whispered in my ear, "Fair is fair, mister!"
Lynn turned and put her fingers under the waistband of my swim suit and quickly had it down around my ankles. I stepped out of it, grabbed it, and threw it onto the pool deck. The sound of my set suit hitting the deck startled Brian and Jen momentarily. My daughter-in-law challenged him, "You're the last one, so give it up!" She held out her hand as if she was waiting to collect his contribution to the party.
In moments, he handed his swimsuit to Jen and, finally, we were all naked. Brian returned to licking Jen's pussy while I fingered Lynn and played with her ass with my other hand. She again whispered to me, "You're such a naughty boy . . . but don't stop!"
Lynn was getting closer to cumming but Jen got there first. "Oh, fuck ne, Brian. Eat my pussy! Lick my ass! Damn, that feels good!" Her body was quivering as the waves of her orgasm slowly subsided.
"I don't need any more warming up," Jen said in a voice that was intended for all of us. "I love being in the pool but this isn't the best place to conceive a baby, so . . . can we move into the bedroom?"
"You bet!" I responded.
We all exited the pool, dried ourselves with oversized towels, and went inside. We headed towards the master bedroom and Jen got on the bed without hesitation. She had positioned herself so that she was across the bed with her hips on the edge. I reached into the bedside stand, pulled out some K-Y, got myself lubed, and positioned myself to once again enter my daughter-in-law. I was plenty hard from the sight of Jen's hairless, petite pussy.
As I plunged into her, she let out a small gasp. She then motioned for Brian to get on the bed with her and she indicated that she wanted him to straddle her head. As soon as he had his knees by her ears, she reached up and pulled his hard dick into her mouth. I had never seen another man receive a blow job and it looked like he was having a fun time with her mouth. She was not bobbing up and down on him but, instead, he was thrusting, fucking her mouth, having his way and sticking his rod as far down her throat as he could. Brian has an average size dick and Jen took in all in.
I felt my nuts getting tight and I was grunting, signaling everyone that I was about to blow my load in my daughter-in-law's pussy. Jen apparently wanted Brian to cum in her mouth at the same time that I came in her pussy. She started adding some motion to the blow job but that wasn't enough.
Jen reached down to her pussy to scoop up a little K-Y, then put her hand on Brian's ass and started pushing her finger into his asshole.
Behind me, I heard Lynn utter, "Holy fuck!" and I started cumming, shooting squirts of my sperm into her young, nubile pussy. Brian's grunts told me that he was unloading his cum in Jen's mouth and I could see her swallowing every drop of his creamy fluids.
As soon as I knew that I had stopped injecting Jen with my babymakers, I pulled out of her cute little pussy and lifted her legs up so that she could rest her feet on my shoulders. This position used gravity to give the little swimmers some assistance in making their way to Jen's waiting egg.
Brian had unloaded his last spurt into Jen's mouth and he moved away from her head to flop down on the bed. He had a look of complete satisfaction on his face and I will admit that I felt that I had drained all of my manhood into Jen's tight, tiny pussy.
"Well, I guess everybody got some but me," Lynn said in a voice that didn't clearly indicate if it was a legitimate complaint or simply light-hearted banter.
She was right. She was the only one who didn't get some sexual satisfaction from the encounter and I didn't want her feeling left out.
I reached out to Lynn, grabbed her by her wrist, and pulled her down on the bed next to Jen. I pushed her torso back so that she was reclining with her legs extended over the edge of the bed. I then knelt down between her legs and started licking her sweet pussy. She closed her eyes and started moaning in response to my tongue.
I saw Jen reach over and take Lynn's hand, meshing their fingers together. Jen was looking at Brian and motioning to him. He got on the bed in a position so that he could lean over Lynn and take a nipple in his mouth. It had been many years since he had last been breastfed.
Before Lynn realized that I was not the one sucking on her tit, Jen leaned over and took the other nipple between her lips. At this point, Lynn opened her eyes briefly, recognized that her son and daughter-in-law were both sucking on her little boobs, and then again closed her eyes.
I placed Lynn's feet on my shoulders and that opened my access to both of her holes down below. I started swirling my tongue around her ass and then moving it back to her pussy. Every time I did that, her moaning got a little bit louder.
Soon, I felt Lynn's feet pressing into my shoulders as she was arching her body up and away from the bed. I knew her orgasm was close and I began stroking her little pink pucker with my fingertip while I sucked her clit between my lips. Her juices were freely flowing and soon my fingertip was sufficiently wet enough to allow me to push my finger into her ass.
That was the last necessary little bit of magic and Lynn began erupting in a powerful orgasm.
"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my ass! Suck my titties! Fuck me!" she screamed as her body contorted with waves of muscular contractions.
As quickly as it started, it just as quickly began to subside. I withdrew my finger and stopped licking on Lynn's cunt. The kids backed away from her chest and Lynn was left to recover her breath and to process the fact that she had just been groped, molested, and thoroughly fucked by three family members.
We were all quiet for a few minutes. Lynn eventually broke the silence. "That was SUCH a wrong thing to do," she said with feigned indignation, "but I hope we can do it again soon!"
* * *
Later that night, when we had concluded the festivities and everyone was satisfied, we returned to the pool. None of us bothered to put on swim suits; it would have been a silly nod to modesty that we no longer needed with each other.
Eventually, we called it a night. Lyn and I went to bed, we spooned together, and I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you with all of my heart, now and forever," I whispered in her ear. We then drifted off to sleep.
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