บท 84: Breeding Mom Ch. 02: Mother & Wife
byMs_Mesh_Microkini©
I used to be your typical married woman, with a husband to whom I'd been faithfully attached for 20 years, a son about to graduate college, and a long career as a cook aboard a luxury cruise ship. I felt that I had everything I'd ever need out of life.
But my son's fiancée, Julie, changed everything.
The first time she ever laid eyes on me, she swooned in a genuine example of love at first sight. For me, it wasn't quite "first", but still not that many sights behind. I'm still not quite sure how it happened...heck, I'd never so much as touched another woman's baby toe before Julie. The idea of me falling in love with a member of the same sex seemed laughably impossible.
Further, my husband and I had maintained a "hands-off" approach in regards to Cay's sex life. We raised him to be careful, to understand and respect consent, and to own up his own decisions. Beyond that, I had nothing to do with what Cay and any girl he dated did in the bedroom. Even if he asked for my advice, I used to mercifully ask him to spare the intricate details.
But skip ahead just under three years and there I was, night after night, fingering Julie's pussy to a shivering climax while I sucked her round, succulent tits. This, I might add, was also happening while my son Cay was behind me, groaning and grunting like a demon possessed. His hand slammed into my ass with a hard SMACK, letting my meaty cheeks roll while he thrust deep into me, faster than my heart could beat.
Then he signalled that he was ready to cum, and that triggered the chain reaction.
Julie released a flood on my fingers. I groaned instinctively into a mouthful of her nipple. And Cay hooked his fingers into my ass while he tilted his head back, hollering as he unleashed powerful ropes of semen into the depths of my unprotected vagina.
Each of us were spent after that. Minutes passed as we caught our breath and the sweat cooled our overheated bodies. Once the intensity had passed, we all looked at one another, deeply, lovingly, savoring the bliss and fatigue in each of our eyes. Then, we all gathered close on the bed and kissed and licked one-anothers' faces just to savor the taste of us just a little longer.
Finally, we collapsed on the bed in a heap, exhausted but satisfied beyond belief.
Julie was the first one to speak again. "When I was 12, my mother slapped me on my face and called me a 'Bitch' because I kissed a girl." She put her arm around my shoulder and held me close. "At the time, I never would have thought that day would ever lead to this much happiness."
"Your mother was the Bitch," I sighed exhaustedly into her naked breast.
Then, Cay chimed, "When I was 12, my mother got me an ugly ass pair of socks for Christmas when I really wanted an X-Box."
That brought a smile to my tired face. "Your mother was a Bitch, too," I chuckled.
"Yeah," he said, his warm hand gently and lovingly rubbing my back. "That's why I smacked her ass a minute ago."
It had been seventeen months since we all began to live as a trio. Barring a few occasions, the routine I just described hadn't changed in all that time, and it showed no signs of doing so anytime soon, either.
Once again, Cay's sperm was dripping from my pussy after he unloaded in me, as he had done almost every night. Even though ours was an equal, three-way marriage, there were several reasons I was always injected with my son's babymakers, including the fact I was kind of the favorite in the bedroom for both of my lovers. Julie had always found my body irresistible and, as women, we mutually sensed how to please each other in ways Cay wouldn't understand. And Cay loved me dearly, not just because I was the mother of his child, but his as well.
Their mutual fetish for me only intensified after I was pregnant, and seemed to grow in proportion to how swollen my belly got. Julie, for one, couldn't keep her slender fingers off my tummy. She adored gently stimulating my belly button with her fingernails, and licking and kissing our growing baby at any and every opportunity. I'd never even known women could have a pregnancy fetish, but once again Julie had proven all previous assumptions moot.
During this period, we even experimented with dominating me while I was pregnant. My spouses fitted me with a collar and sometimes had me moving around on my hands and knees, following them around as one of them, or sometimes both of them, held leashes like I was their pregnant bitch. Later, after I gave birth, they even used me as their dairy cow for four months; we all literally drank just my breast milk rather than supermarket brands. They often kept me hooked up to breast pumps in the bedroom and sometimes had me eat dinner like an animal. I loved hearing them call me "slut" or "cow", I enjoyed the way they treated me like livestock and cattle, and I found it insanely hot when my son fucked me from behind while Julie squeezed my tits hard and milked me by hand.
We tried "regular" bondage too, but that proved to be more exciting for Julie than it was for me. She turned out to be quite the pain slut, and Cay and I filed that little note away for later. Cay let us girls dominate him too, and I greatly enjoyed playing with Cay's cock and his big juicy balls while he was restrained. I loved teasing him just as he was about to cum, then pulling away and having fun with the rest of his body. And it felt great to finally give him permission to look his mother in the eye and spray his love all over her face. God, the ecstasy in his eyes when that happened...
Generally speaking, we liked these sorts of games, but decided it was something to only do occasionally to spice up our bedroom. We couldn't live that way full-time like some of the people we met. Thus, most nights, our sexcapades simply ended with Cay unleashing deep inside my cunt while Julie and I pleasured each other in many, many other ways, and she could then revel in the scandalous mating between a mother and son. It was what we all wanted, and what made it even better was the knowledge that I could get pregnant again, at any time. So could Julie, of course...but again, I was the favorite to win that race.
One of the first things we had discussed upon moving-in together was having more children, and we unanimously agreed that it was much more exciting when we left things to chance. That being said, we weren't actively trying to fill up a nursery, either. Our first daughter was already a handful, and we were all thankful to be past the diapers-at-2am phase. So Julie and I restricted our birth control options to only moderately-effective kinds, to give my son's swimmers a fighting chance. Besides, in the meantime, both of my spouses had successful careers to devote themselves to, and my job was to have a clean house and a cooked meal waiting for them after they returned. I became a housewife, typically naked around the home to go along with my literally being barefoot and pregnant. We often joked that Julie could handle the corporate feminism. I'd do the traditional, primeval kind like the women in ancient times.
So, we decided to play the odds, and let Mother Nature decide the rest.
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The most exciting non-sexual part of my new life was also the most exhausting: the lying.
While I was pregnant with our first child, most people who made a casual guess assumed that I was Cay's wife and that Julie was my younger sister or daughter. Others made a bolder leap and assumed that one of us two ladies was the wife and the other his mistress.. Because of the resemblance, some people correctly assessed that I was his mother but assumed that I had IVF treatment and needed to live with my son and daughter-in-law because I needed help raising a child "at my age". Those were the people we had to lie to, and insist that any resemblance between Cay and I was just a coincidence.
They were all wrong, of course. And, if anyone ever correctly arrived at the truth, they never said so to us, and we never told anyone who knew us personally.
But, there was one thing about us that we never hid. Whenever someone asked, the three of us were open about the fact that we considered ourselves to be an equal partnership. I wasn't Cay's "mistress" or his "cougar with a step-daughter". Julie wasn't his "side piece". Cay wasn't our "lesbian sperm donor". We were all married spouses in each others' eyes, even if the law remained oblivious to it. If someone got cheeky and asked which of us were on the marriage document, we graciously told them to shut the hell up and mind their own fucking business.
Even after three years of living together, it still excited me every time Cay called me by my first name instead of "Mom". Such a small thing, but so incredibly powerful. It was an easy, effective reminder of how far our relationship had progressed. Our old bond had been buried, replaced by a stronger one which symbolized that we shared everything with each other. Of course, it was the same thing when he called me "Baby", "Honey", or "Darling", but I think that could have been said about all three of us, because it had the same effect on me when Julie did it, too...and vice-versa.
One of the things that I found worked much easier in marriage as a trio than as a couple was setting ground rules and expectations. In a duo, there's this fear of laying down too many rules or that saying too much could ruin the "spice" of a romance. But, in a multiple relationship, it became necessary. All three of us had to be on the same page and openly communicate our desires, fears and frustrations because we worked as a team. Typically, we did this by vote. For example, we unanimously agreed with ourselves that we would forever remain a trio-there would never be a fourth party to our marriage. Of course, there were never any guarantees in life, but keeping to this was one of the major Commandments in our Bible.
This didn't exclude the idea that someone new could, potentially, temporarily join in our sex lives (and they did, on many occasions) but there were clear lines and boundaries set. Flirting was fine, but we all drew the line at the possibility of intimate contact. We already had so much trouble convincing people that we were in a loving, committed relationship and...so many times... people easily assumed we were a bunch of open-sex, orgy-party-loving hipsters. We had people constantly asking to "let them in on the fun" or assuming that we'd hop in bed with anything if an offer was made. We constantly had to prove how faithful we were to each other, and how seriously we took our vows of an equal, three-way partnership.
We weren't just three people living together. We were in love, and people never quite understood that.
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At 13 months old, our daughter Julienne's first word was "Mama"...which naturally made sense, as the mothers outnumbered the fathers 2-to-1. But to be fair...by the time she was two, she knew how to say "Daddy" as well as many other words. Jenn (as we nicknamed her) was far too young to be told the details, so she only knew us as "Mommies" and "Daddy". Behind closed doors, and in very hushed whispers, Julie sometimes got a little frisky and called me "granny". Not as a dig against my age, but because she knew being reminded that my child was also my grandchild (and that no one but us knew this) would immensely turn me on, every single time.
One of the uncomfortable subjects we had to broach was the fact that by the time our daughter was a barely-legal adult, I'd be pushing 60, and both Cay and Julie would be about the same age I was when we moved in together. And it wasn't like any of us had planned to start an incestuous marriage, but here we all were, a parent who fucked her child and made another child. Cay shook his head and said that no matter what happened, there was zero chance he'd ever do anything with Jenn. What happened between he and I was because of Julie, and Julie alone; it was only because of her that Cay started seeing me as anything more than the woman who'd raised him, and it would be disrespectful to both of us to assume we were replaceable just so that he could repeat a "kink".
"I love you," he told us. "Both of you. For who you are...not for a fetish." Sitting opposite the couch where I sat, he then smiled at me and said, "And Liane, even if you're 90, I will still fuck the shit out of you with my 70-year-old dick."
It was this kind of openness and trust in each other that made our lives so wonderful. The sex, the threesomes, the "kinks"...those were all cherries on top of the cherries on top of the sundae that was the love and support that truly made up our wonderful relationship.
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As to be expected, I got pregnant with my second child eventually, and we let Jenn know she'd be having a brother and/or sister in the near future. Her first question was: "Who told you?"
We all knew I would likely have my second before Julie even had her first, due to the frequency at which Cay fucked my ovaries silly. Afterwards, though, Julie's attitude on it changed. "I know we said we wanna be spontaneous and all, but I wanna get pregnant NOW," she said excitedly.
Cay and I blinked at her in unison. "Okay," I said, "but where's all this coming from, baby?"
"Ever since you had Jenn, I've always wanted us to be sister wives in pregnancy...sharing notes, comparing tummies, and even being side-by-side our mutual husband to make other people jealous as fuck."
She darted up and leapt behind us, wrapping both arms around Cay and I as she sold her vision.
"Can you imagine it, Liane? The three of us sitting in the park, you and I under each of Cay's arms, and a big bulging belly between the two of us. Wouldn't your son look like a total fucking stud?!"
Cay burst into laughter, but by God, she had him. I could tell right then and there that the two of them were on the same page, all because Julie knew how to manipulate my idiot boy's ego.
I sighed and, with a wary chuckle said: "Alright, but this will be the only time we do it for that reason. Because of that, we should get photos taken, make home videos, take good long vacations to make memories, and generally enjoy the moment before it's gone forever. Because, as fun as this idea sounds, we can't keep making babies just for reasons like this. They're human beings, too, and not our fetishes."
My darlings both agreed with what I said, promising to adhere to the plan. And with that, we stripped each other down to get started.
As soon as I had Julie naked, Cay popped his dick out in front of my face and said, "Take it, Liane."
Fuck me, but that never got old. Hearing my son call me by my first name, specifically commanding me to suck his huge, hard dick? He might as well said have "Open Sesame" because a second later my mouth was stretched wide and I came right on the spot once it hit the back of my throat. Like a woman possessed, I let my wildest instincts take over as my son fucked the bejeezus out of my mouth. My tongue, and every mouthy muscle including my lips, did everything they could to optimize his pleasure and enjoy this wonderful cock that I worshipped and adored.
When Cay was good and hard, I pulled away, leaving a satisfactory thread of my saliva, mixed with his pre-cum, falling from my lips to his tip, as I gently guided it straight in our wife's waiting pussy.
This time, it was my turn to revel. I licked my wife's face while our husband fucked the shit out of her, watching her lovely red hair flipping and flopping all over the bed.
"You think you're the only one with a fetish?" I whispered very softly as I nibbled her ear. "I. Love. Redheads." I kissed her on the cheek. "And you know what turns me on just as much as breeding with my son?" I kissed her lips. "Watching my son breed me a redheaded grandchild."
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Julie screamed, cumming intensely and convulsively at that exact moment. Her hands sprang up and clasped the back of my head, yanking me in so hard that we didn't so much kiss as savage each other's mouths with our lips and tongues.
"Oh God, I love you I love you I love you I love you. I fucking love you, Liane!" I was beyond pleased with myself, watching my beautiful wife scream such blessed words as she thrashed about in uncontrollable euphoria. I'd never seen her this happy before, nor had I ever witnessed an orgasm this intense, and that was saying quite a lot.
We showed each other all the affection we could, and I let her know that the feeling was quite mutual. Julie barely had time to come down from that first orgasm when another took her, as the impact of what I'd said still had yet to leave her thoughts. She hollered yet again, and pleaded over and over for Cay to fuck her harder.
"Jesus fucking H Christ, what did you say to her?" an astonished Cay asked as he held our wife's feet apart, giving it everything he had to keep up with her wild, unbridled momentum. I couldn't answer, because my tongue and fingers were too busy gently stimulating her clit.
Needless to be said, Julie halted use of all her contraceptives for the time being, and we kept up nights like this until it worked. Not very long after, Julie was freshly pregnant before I had even started showing. It was the first planned pregnancy of our marriage, and though we all agreed that we liked it better when it was spontaneous, this was a special treat.
Now, our family felt truly complete.
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Julie wasn't the type of delicate snowflake I was. She was active and athletic, even while pregnant. She liked to go jogging, cycling, play water sports, and lots of other physical activities. It was a bit disappointing to me that I wasn't able to pamper her and return the favor like she did whenever I was pregnant, but we were two different types of women, and I quickly began to love and admire that she kept her assertiveness even with the extra weight in her belly.
It was exciting to talk about the fact that her baby and both of mine would be raised as siblings. The three of us had discussed how to broach the subject multiple times...after all, the kids needed to know how they were related and what their parentage was. When the time came, we would hide nothing: our babies would be told who was their birth mother, but we'd both still be "Mom". Julie was still "Mom" to Jenn and my unborn child. I was still "Mom" to her growing miracle. We all cherished every child born in this home equally. This was how our love and our family would work.
Even while we were both pregnant, Julie still loved to watch Cay fuck me, and even when she couldn't watch, such as times she went on business trips, she would still encourage us to go at it regularly. Not that we needed encouragement, but Cay and I loved having her blessing to fuck each other with abandon. More than once, she'd come home and walk inside to find Cay bending me over a table, driving his beautiful hard cock into me. I'd be so turned on when my darling Julie walked into the door, haggard and exhausted after a trying day at work, and then immediately be bombarded by the greeting of my son making proper use of his mother's pussy.
Sometimes, she'd tease us a little. "Honey...! How could you?! And with my best friend?!?" she would play-sob. Cay and I would pause our fucking, stare at her, and ask which of us she was talking to. We loved doing that bit.
We readied the house for our new arrivals. Cay and Julie had already foreseen this possibility, so the house they'd purchased for us had more than enough room for kids. Jenn "helped" us by touching her toddler bed, then the double crib, then saying "Jenn", "Bruther" and "Sitser" for each, before at last falling asleep in the wrong one. Watching her, we smiled at the fact that we were making two more of those, and knew without a doubt that it was the correct choice.
With my ex-husband, I had always been iffy on the topic of a second child. Not because I didn't love him, but because it had been hard for the two us to raise Cay by ourselves. But my new life with Julie and Cay was a fresh start, a complete reboot for me. What I had wanted or done in the past no longer mattered; this was a new household with new needs and new rules. My twenty years of marital baggage had to be let go...which brought up yet another thing I adored about my spouses. My age was never an elephant in the room. The two of them just didn't care about it beyond general concern for my health, but we had the same concern for Julie because of her petite body as well.
Fortunately, we were both perfectly healthy, and so were the babies growing inside us. From the moment that Julie first discovered that she was preggers, we made good on that promise to bring in photographers and videographers, and even hired a sketch artist or two. We took fully clothed and tastefully nude pictures of our bodies right at the beginning, when Jenn's tummy was still flat, and we took more at regular intervals to capture our progress. During the more erotic sessions, Julie and I loved standing against each other, nude, while we docked both our round tits and bellies together, often glistening in baby oil, or covered in glitter and body paint. Sex was fun to figure out, too; rather than be annoyed by our firm round midsections, we loved the challenge of figuring things out and finding ways to use it to heighten the experience.
We listened to the artists' suggestions and tried some sexier poses and clothes, especially when Cay posed too. First he'd pose with one of us, then the other, and finally all three.
Then one day, the photographer told us that there were a lot of people who'd kill for pics and videos like this if we sold them, but we had specifically asked for exclusivity. Again, we did NOT want to risk drawing attention or being recognized by someone who knew Cay and me. He relented on that point, but still suggested that we make professional-grade "adult" videos for our own benefit and assured us that every precaution would be taken to preserve our privacy, including blacking out or blurring our faces if we really wanted that. That way, even if we decided to market the censored footage on our own accord someday, we would have nothing to fear. He sincerely promised us that he'd give us all of the copies to do with whatever we wished, and after decades in this business working with celebrities and socialites, he knew how to respect client discretion.
We all found the idea exciting, especially the idea of taking more hardcore pictures and "home videos". We all discussed it over and voted on it, but I was a dissenting voice against it at first. We voted twice, and each time, I alone raised objections. The way our "system" worked, after every vote (even if unanimous), we sat and discussed why each of us voted the way we did. That way, there would be no misunderstandings and no one would feel silenced by the majority.
My objections were as stated before: Cay and I were in an incestuous relationship, and our children were a result of that relationship. It was beyond illegal, and no matter how careful we were, there was always the chance that this could jeopardize our happy lives. I couldn't understand why the two of them were willing to these risks.
It actually got pretty heated. So much so, that I think it qualified as the first "fight" in our relationship.
"Do you wanna sell them?" I asked. "Did he convince you when he said that this could fetch us a pretty penny, and now all you two can see are dollar signs? Is that it?!"
"It's not about money, Liane," Julie told me. "I don't care if we never sell them. But like you said, we may never have this chance again. The entire point of this was to enjoy our little slice of heaven forever, and this is a great example of just that. I know there are risks, but where do we draw the line at being afraid?"
"We draw the line where it's safe!" I snapped, bitterly. "Am I the only sane one here?! How can you even think this could turn out well?"
"That's not fair, Liane! We're scared, too! But is this what you want? To avoid doing anything we might enjoy because it's not 'safe'?!"
Cay nodded his agreement. "I'm a bit scared, sure," he said. "But, a part of me is afraid every time I walk out my door to go to work that I'll come back to find a DCFS van parked out front. I'm afraid that I'll make one little slip-up, accidentally call you "Mom" at the wrong time, or some random nobody behind a government desk, armed with a rubber stamp, is going to put 2-and-2 together and ruin the lives of 3 people he'll never meet and never even remember.
"I'm afraid of ALL that, but what I'm afraid of more is not sharing my life with you. Of not enjoying what we have to its fullest and exploring how deep our love can go. I'm more afraid that one day, the little worries that pop up in our heads will become secrets, and those secrets will pile up and become deceptions, and those deceptions will pile up into a person that none of us wanted to be. I'm more afraid that one day, the three of us are going to wake up and go through the motions, never even bothering to bring a smile to each other's faces. I'm more afraid that someday, we will have a falling out and one or two of us will storm out the front door, telling the others to fuck off, and never be seen again. I'm more afraid that I'll hurt you...either of you...and not figure out how to, or even be able to, make it right.
"I don't wanna live like that. When we got married, we swore that we'd try everything together. That we can share anything with each other, come what may. To show that our love is something beautiful, and will be treasured forever. Crime or not, it's real love and a real relationship that I'm happy to be a part of."
The words of my beautiful son...my wonderful husband...had me in full tears by the time he was finished, and I leaned against his chest, sobbing and weeping. I felt like such a fool. I was afraid of everything he had said, too. Every single thing he'd stated was a verbal description of every nightmare I'd had for over three years. I was afraid of it all, like this was all just a dream that one I day I'd wake up from and wonder if it were ever real. I wanted to do everything I could to make it real, one day at a time.
My spouses both held me, and we were quiet for a while, as we supported each other and reminded one another that long ago...on that day in which we all realized I was carrying Cay's baby...that we swore we were all in this together. None of us knew what the future held then or what trials would lay before us, but we loved each other (and our children) more than anything this horrible world could throw at us.
It had been true then, and it was even more true now.
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We went through with the photos, and the videos, and a few little extra things that I can't talk about here because I haven't completely lost my paranoia.
The first video we made started with Julie and I dressed in maternity lingerie, with dynamic lighting showing our pregnant silhouettes and round bellies thinly veiled by the see-through materials of the nightgowns we wore. Eventually, the lights normalized and the camera positioned itself to show both of us facing the lens with our hands cupped underneath the curvature of our tummies. Written circular around my belly button were the words "34 weeks", and written in the same place around Julie's was "32 weeks". The two of us pushed our stomachs side-by-side so that the camera could get a good, close look at us.
Then, we turned toward each other and began rubbing our bellies together intimately. Julie and I knew each others' bodies well, and we both knew how sensitive each of us were in that area. We were gentle, of course, as we didn't want our little fun to disturb the precious little ones inside, but we knew the correct methods for rubbing each other that would turn our bodies on in mere moments. We had become experts at doing naughty things to our bodies while pregnant, and it was a special treat to be able to put that expertise to use in front of the camera.
Once we were both good and horny, we locked eyes as our fingers became entangled in our clothes. We slowly undressed each other, touching, licking and kissing our bodies
as Julie and I tossed our negligée aside. Once we stood nude, Julie turned and looked at me ravenously, giving that same look she did that first time I came to her in their apartment. The look that made a married woman betray her husband for a younger female. The look that told me, even if I failed to realize at the time, that I'd belong to her forever. She gently placed her hands on my arms, leaned forward and kissed me, our warm bellies and bosoms pressing into one another. She then slowly, gently, lowered me on the mattress and got onto her knees at the edge of the bed, her wicked smile gradually disappearing between my legs.
Julie licked my pussy while her thumb massaged the edge of my clit, and I melted into putty in her care. Julie knew the right pressure to give, the right places on my labia for her tongue and lips to explore, to drive me over the edge again and again. My moans only spurred her further, and the natural moisture that seeped from my sex only made her hungrier for more of me. She savored my taste and the aroma of my wet cunt, proving that her yearning was just as strong as ever.
It felt good to know how much my body excited her, even after all this time.
Eventually, Cay was brought in, and he was more than raring to go. Even though Julie and I were totally engrossed with each other, both of us wanted my son equally as much. Cay was a paragon of manliness and virility, with his stiff cock eager to satisfy two insatiable wives. Julie and I both licked his throbbing shaft together, and nibbled gluttonously on his soft ballsack, sharing it like cotton candy. I would try to get all of his manliness as deep in my throat as it could go, making myself choke if I had to, and then Julie would immediately take my place and try and go one better.
Cay mounted Julie first and lay his body gently on her pregnant belly, kissing her as their genitals connected. He began to pump her, using the powerful muscles in his lower body to make even her hefty body shake in time with his thrusts. She moaned and begged Cay to fuck her, and he was only too happy to comply. I saw again the love between these two, a love that had sparked long before Julie and I'd met, and had only grown stronger since they first invited me to share their bed with them. It always pleased me to see that I was not an intruder, butting in on this young love between my son and the woman he chose as his wife. If anything, my being part of it had only driven them closer. The way her body accepted his drilling cock, the way her pussy swallowed him so eagerly...this was meant to be, and they both knew it.
Cay came in Julie as I sucked on her nipples, where I hoped to savor the moment for a bit. But Cay sat up, shoved me down on my back and aggressively took me. He pounced on me and plunged his cock deep inside his mother's pussy, with no need for breaks. Our pregnancies seemed to have had that effect on him. As constant reminders of his potent fertility, our pregnant bellies forced Cay to be driven purely by primal lust. He could easily fuck Julie and I, and cum inside us both with barely any rest. Multiple times a night, if need be.
I clamped my legs around my son's hips and wrapped my arms around his neck as we humped and grunted like animals. As we spoke with our bodies in a way that a mother and son should never do.
But, as I felt his long pole thrust deep into me over and over, it only reminded me that this is the way it should be. God help me, I could never give up my son's wonderful cock. Or want to stop feeling the joy of having his baby crawling around in my belly.
Never.
As usual, Julie's face was alight watching this incestuous banging before her. She couldn't say it while we were on camera, and with so many eyes and ears in the room...but I knew that look. I knew what those predatory eyes and fox-like grin were saying.
Fuck your son, Liane. Fuck your mother, Cayden. Fuck each other like the nasty freaks you are.
We obliged. Cay finally tensed up his body and came inside my cunt as I fell out on the bed, my arms spread wide in exhaustion as I once again savored my son's warm batter flowing deep into me, where it belonged. It was only when I lay there that I was reminded of the cameras around us, as they all focused on Julie eagerly pouncing to lap up the incestuous seed seeping out of my snatch.
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The second video we made included some of the kinkier things we'd learned from my first pregnancy. This time, both of us ladies let Cay keep us collared, hogtied, and moving about on all fours like his favorite pair of bred bitches. I felt like the senior bitch in this situation, since it was obviously new to Julie. In addition, Cay and I could finally make use of our precious little Julie's secret affinity for pain. We went to task utilizing a nice firm paddle on her backside, and I took a perverse pleasure in watching my young, pregnant wife's ass cheeks bounce after my son laid into it. I couldn't help but rub my face all over her pinkened cheeks, to kiss them and "make it better". God, how her voice sounded so sexy as it quivered and she whimpered like a small child, begging Cay to spank her like a bad girl. I couldn't help but kiss her and tell her, "It'll be okay. Mommy will take care of you."
Reduced to such a pure, innocent state, Julie could only sob and moan and say, "Thank you, Mommy. I'll be a good girl. I'll be such a good girl for you, Mommy."
We skirted so close to the line, there. So close. But the risk only drove us more wild for each other.
The third video was more conventional. Just an hour and thirty minutes of the three of us fucking in every position that's possible within a studio made to look like a bedroom. The most comfortable positions usually wound up being Julie or I riding Cay cowgirl while the other sat on his face, the two women sampling each other's tongues and bodies while Cay did his best to fuck us from both ends. He also took us both from behind, with the two of us bent side-by-side over a bed or a dresser while he alternated between both of our pussies. While it was agony waiting for our turn, watching as the woman beside moaned and received my son's fabulous dicking, it was also part of the fun. When it was my turn to watch, I could only look on with jealous awe as Julie came over and over while Cay fucked her magnificently. Julie's eyes would roll in the back of her head as her back arched, and she just let Cay have his way with her. That just made it so much sweeter when he would finally pull out of her to move behind me, and I got to savor the sweet feeling of his manhood just sliding so smoothly into my cunt. And then...I did my absolute best to make Julie jealous in turn.
Making those videos turned out to be an unforgettable experience and one I've never regretted letting my spouses talk me into. They became a little slice of our lives...a little page in our book that we can go back to and reminisce at any time. One day, when I'm old and gray, the Liane in those photos and videos will still be young, brunette and enjoying a new prime of her life. The children that will one day have grown up and moved on will still be round little bellies that made Julie and I look eternally pregnant and beautiful and happy. And Cay will still be a young father with two women who loved him and would do anything to please him, and make him happy.
The photographer, Larry, stayed true to his word about our privacy and was transparent with us every step of the way, never doing anything that made us uncomfortable. He had a long, cordial discussion with our attorney, just as an extra precaution and to be clear about all expectations. Again, true to his word, the only copies he kept were so heavily edited that it became impossible to identify anyone beyond knowing what our genitals looked like, and then he handed over all the originals to us and destroyed any extra footage. One of us was present to witness each step of the process, arduous though it may have been.
Larry didn't mind. He was a true professional. And more than that, he was a genuinely nice guy. He became a dear friend of ours over that period and the weeks that followed...so much so, that he became the first candidate we brought up for a potential temporary foursome.
But that would have to be a discussion tabled for another time, as our little vacation was almost over and it was just about time to welcome two new members into our family.
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Julie and I eventually gave birth to our babies about a week and a half apart. We named my second daughter Kaylie, and Julie's son Leon.
So there we stood, three proud parents looking over three beautiful, sleeping miniatures of ourselves in a small bedroom. We stole glimpses at each other, bathed in the presence of the strongest, and most constant, reminders of our happiness.
"So...is this it?" Julie asked. "If you round up, we've got the 2.5 American Dream prerequisite."
Elbowing her in the side, I chided. "No fucking way. You promised me a ginger baby. Leon's head is a dark reddish-brown, at best."
"So? Blame him, not me!" She cast a glare at Cay, but quickly shook her head. "No, as a matter of fact, blame yourself, because he got it from you!"
"That doesn't change the fact that I want my redheaded grandchild!"
"So, what, do you intend to breed me until my womb complies to the picture on the instruction manual? What happened to being spontaneous? What happened to 'children are not our fetishes'?!"
"You're one to talk!"
A terribly bewildered Cay just bounced his eyes back and forth between the two of us, desperate to make sense of things. "What the hell is this argument even about?!"
Julie scoffed. "The bottom line is, I got my answer. Seems like we're gonna need room for at least two more in the near future."
"Two?" I repeated.
Julie grinned at me. "Oh come on, honey. We know you're dying to know if you have a few more in you, because no matter how much we say otherwise, you're self-conscious about your friend 'Minnow Paws'."
I laughed, defeated because Julie was way too smart for me. Since the beginning, from that very day I first set eyes on her, she'd been able to read me like an open book. She had a way of letting me know what I needed before even I knew I needed it. She was, alongside my beautiful son, the best thing that ever happened to me. I grabbed her thin, sexy little body, leaned her back and kissed her, like that sailor from the old V-Day photo.
To think that three years ago, the idea of me loving a woman was unthinkable, and here I was, head-over-heels for a girl young enough to be my daughter...and who technically was, in a way.
We still liked the idea of "spontaneity", but Julie was right that I secretly yearned to have as many babies as possible. We reached a compromise. Julie would continue the moderately-effective birth control route, so we could be pleasantly surprised if and when she wound up knocked up again. But, I would stop completely, and devote as much time as possible to letting my son impregnate me. I wanted him to give me his babies...lots of his babies...and I didn't care how many.
I just wanted my son to continue breeding me.
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