Progeny

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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Progeny

Where my first six children came from

Incest - aunt-nephew

Forced - simulated

Group - a college-boy orgy

Casual - Christmas party in the stockroom

Bribery - sex for favors

Therapy - brother-in-law comfort fuck

Pregnancy fetish

Milky tits

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This is my story of sex and lust, breeding and pregnancy, the series of men I knew and didn't know who impregnated me, fucked me and knocked me up, gave me my darling little ones. Six treasures, six little brats, six human beings that completed me and made me a Mom.

Why? Well, I love getting pregnant and being pregnant. Love fucking a guy raw, feeling his hot load paint my cervix and fertilizing my egg. Love fucking with my belly butting between us, my tits fat with milk and dripping on his face, his lips. Love stealing those moments when the kids were asleep or at school and fucking the living daylights out of some guy who has a milf or pregnancy fetish, maybe doesn't even know it until a fat-tittied cunt comes his way and pulls his cock out and sucks him off.

Six kids; six stories of debauchery. Let's begin.

First

He asked for a divorce on our first anniversary. Said he'd 'outgrown the relationship'. By which he meant, he'd fucked his business partner and thought it would get him further to pair up with her than with me.

So I met with him and his divorce lawyer, not gonna contest it, I won't stay with a man that doesn't desire me. And the sex had been shit to be honest. He had absolutely no imagination and got lost in his pleasure the minute he started. Just huh! huh! Uhhhhh! and he was done. Leaving me horny and dripping wet and using the ol' Rabbit the minute he fell asleep.

His divorce lawyer says No Contest means split 50-50 which was OK, I'd had little more than him when we married. The husband-cheat left the room at that, not really caring about anything but keeping the business which I agreed to on condition I got the house.

I stayed to figure out how to transfer the deed, and to fuck his lawyer. For some reason that appealed to me. Not to get back at him, honestly, I was as tired of this charade as he was.

No, because his lawyer was slick, smooth, mean and used to getting what he wanted. That excited me, more than I knew.

I let him fondle my butt, pretended to resist and then melted into his embrace. Face-fucked him with my tongue which surprised him but he caught on quick. He had his belt off, my skirt stripped and bra unhooked in record time.

I let him bend me over the conference room table and stick it in with only a token resistance. Arched my back when he slid it home, made the right noises and started fucking him back, bucking and moaning.

He didn't cum right away, he fingered my clit and he grabbed my hips and pounded me when he got close. Which was three more things than hubby had ever thought to do.

Of course we did it raw, what married woman carries around condoms? And what aggressive shark does either? I didn't mind; the idea of getting knocked up by my loser husband's own lawyer, the guy he was paying to fuck me after all, appealed to me deeply.

He came deep and completely, bucking and cumming and screaming, filling me with lawyer-jizz and pulling out with a wet sloosh. The cum dribbled out my gaping slot, pooled on the cheap carpet and I noticed it wasn't the first stain there.

I was pregnant instantly, born to be bred I guess. I was alarmed, then amused, then excited. Pregnant! It was what I wanted most of all, I discovered. To be plump and fertile, expectant and horny made me feel complete.

So that was number one. I called her Ayn, Gaelic for 'one'.

Second

On the rebound I guess, I had the house but it seemed empty and made my emotions raw so I moved to my sister's for the last three months of Ayn's gestation. She is the nurturing sort, wanted to help, wanted to be there for my first birth and delivery and the hard weeks right after. She was my birthing coach and partner and just ate it up.

Got me into yoga and I found the stretches and splits were cathartic, just using my body for myself and no more hiding my femaleness, just wear the pants and the stretch shirt, my tits growing plump and the nipples becoming little puffy wads and he couldn't help noticing.

My brother-in-law, it 'just happened' but some part of me had wanted to stay with her because he was there. Kind, supportive, a cyclist with a lean hot body. Some kind of life coach, helping wealthy type-a folks remember what it was to be human and vulnerable. Irresponsible, impulsive, handsome, hung. The perfect storm.

I was working my hips, young and healthy and I'd recovered quickly from the birthing-trauma and wanted to get my fitness back, learned my Kegels and stretches and asked him to help, to sit straddling me sitting there on my yoga mat, help me bend over, get my tits to touch the floor.

Started innocently, just holding my shoulders and pressing, the hugging me and leaning, hand on my torso, careful not to get too personal, helping me in gentle pushes.

"I'm still not getting down as far as I want. Here." and I put his hands on my tits so he could tell when I was all the way down.

That's what I said but the thrill that went from my nipples straight to my clit said otherwise. Anyway we tried again, he pressed a little harder, his hands clutching my fatty fun-bags, until he felt his knuckles touch down.

"There." and he held it for a beat of three, then leaned back, letting me recover.

"Thank you," and I turned my shoulders, my head, found his face and kissed him. Not a 'thank you for helping me stretch' kiss but a deep, passionate, tongue-probing kiss.

Before long, those yoga pants were off and we were clutching and groaning and fucking on the floor, his dick sticking out the leg-hole of his ridiculous nylon shorts, me totally naked, coupled, heedless of any meaning beyond feeling the sex.

God it felt good! Felt right, getting a good dicking from somebody I trusted. Safe, loved, wanted. Made me feel like a whole person again.

He stroked into me for a while, smiling, looking kindly at me as I went through my emotional ebb and flow, sensing my imminent orgasm, guessing something of what was going on inside, and he asked.

"Where do you want me to cum?" and I said "Inside. Inside!" and I grabbed his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his hips and used my heels to press him into me, hard.

He didn't need any coaxing; he arched his back, gently inserted to my limit and came. Just pulsed in me, hot and urgent and satisfied with my body, my cunt.

With me! Wanting me, loving me, cumming in me. Any one of those was good; combined and they were heaven. Like nothing I'd ever felt, so far.

He lay there letting me feel all the good feels. Then,

"Are you OK? With this." and I was, gave him a good Kegel-clench and a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

"Oh, so so OK. Maybe not again? But this time was good. I needed that" and he nodded, sure that was true. Pulled out, let the cum slop where it wanted which was all over my crotch, my belly. Sat back and stuffed himself back in his shorts. Stood and helped me up.

"You want my assistance, any time, just ask!" and I knew he meant, with stretching. This was a once-and-only, to help out his sister-in-law through a difficult time.

I never told her but I think maybe he did, and I suspect my kind nurturing sister thanked him, was glad for me, probably fucked his brains out so he knew it was all OK. I hope that's what happened. They're still married anyway. Still no kids, not their thing, both too busy adulting with jobs and sports and activities. I suspect they're swingers but only get hints of that. Good for them.

I got the hang of mom-ing and moved back to my house. Threw out all hubby's art and sports equipment he'd never used, pulled the carpet up in the dining room to expose those gorgeous maple floors, what was he thinking?

Got a job, I was responsible for another human life now, soon I'd make that two. Joined a software company as project manager, talked to the clients which the software crew couldn't do to save their lives; learned the jargon and tech and communicated the need to the geeks and made the company successful.

My older sister had a boy, a young man now, out here for college, glad to be away and on his own. This sister was nothing like the other one, all bossy and organized. Had organized him into a corner and he was hungry to experience life unsupervised. So he moved in with his aunt.

I spent weekends lounging beside the pool when the first kid Ayn was asleep. Pregnant, a basket-ball carry this time, cute and hot as fuck. And horny, so much so I didn't wear tops at the pool, my briefs were always dark and wet at the crotch.

When the nephew wasn't looking, I'd frig myself, cum and maybe spray a little, slide into the pool to wash it all off. Or not, what the hell.

And here was a horny college student hanging out at my pool after he'd finished his homework, lounging beside me and his stiffie was obvious.

I took off my sunglasses, "Hey."

He opened his eyes, manfully resisted staring at my fat milky tits. Dripping a little, still nursing and my milk would let down at the most awkward times. I just ran with it, hell, I was female and a mom and that shit happened.

"Hey."

"I can help with that. If you want." And I gestured with the sunglasses at his crotch, his hardon painfully evident.

He got a panic'd look, darting between his hardon, my tits and my bulging belly. I took pity on him.

"How about this? I'm sore, these tits are a chore to haul around and my back is aching. Would you be so kind, as to give me a back rub?"

Relief; he could do that. So I turned over, tucked those tits where they weren't so awfully pornographic. He slathered his hands with sun oil, straddled my lounger, started in on my shoulders.

I groaned and moaned, made all the grateful noises. Felt his stiffie getting harder against my lower back.

"OK. That was good. Now, scoot down? Do my legs."

He scooted way down, started in on my feet. OK, that was good, he was not bad at this. Worked my toes, the arch without triggering a cramp, all firm and manful, you can't be tentative with that. My ankles. My shins. Scooted up, started on my calves.

Got to my thighs, hesitated.

"Don't worry; I don't bite." and he laughed a little nervous laugh, put his hands on the backs of my thighs like they might electrocute him. I felt him trembling.

"Harder?" so he did it harder, forgot his nervousness in trying to do it right, move the muscles without pressing them against bone which can bruise. Got as far as my briefs and noticed my big wet spot. He stopped, took his hands away.

"Um."

"Oh. Sorry." and I humped up, tugged my briefs down, exposing my butt. Got them as far as my knees, then used my legs to work them off my feet while he raised up to accommodate me.

"OK. Now do my butt. My glutes are killing me, all the lifting and bending!"

Talking normal and clinical helped him to continue, not bolt and run. He was here to help his Auntie; he was a gentleman; my big sister had got that right. He was morally obliged to do his best.

When he grabbed one butt cheek his hands were sweaty. No problem; more lubrication. Worked the glute, moved up toward my back, careful of the pelvic arch, didn't pinch anything against the bone. Careful, very careful.

"Now the other one." and I opened my legs to give him more room to work. My cunt squiched, the lips pulling apart and he could see the wet, see right into me, inside me. Saw my juices oozing.

He was committed; he paused almost too long, probably just taking it all in, then grabbed the other buttock. Worked it as before, more confident now, sure this was OK somehow. Got that side moving, actually doing me some good, I was tight.

And miracle of miracles he moved his hands down to my crotch, worked the muscle attachments on the inside of my thighs, right up to my cunt, pressing my cunt lips, massaging there.

"Oooooh. That's nice. Keep doing that." That was all he needed to hear; he massaged openly, working my cunt lips, getting one hand underneath, working the flesh around my clit. I raised my hips gently to give him room.

I was wet and wetter; time to move this forward.

"Inside? Please?" in my best little-girl voice. I felt his stiffie twitch but he didn't question me, just put two fingers to my cunt lips, opened my vulva and slid three fingers on his other hand inside. Spread them wide, to spread me wide, to work my sex from the inside.

"Ah. Ah. AH! Yes, yes YES!" and he put two fingers on my clit, massaged there while he finger-fucked my fuck-hole slowly then quicker then pistoning like mad. My only coherent thought: Remember to thank his girlfriend; he had this down, she had taught him well.

"Shit! Cumming! AHHHHHHHH" and I let myself go over the edge, clenching my butt and scissoring my legs and reached back and trapping his hand inside, shoved it hard in and came on it, spraying my orgasm out on his arm.

"Jesus!" and he let me convulse, waited it out, slowed and stopped and carefully extracted his hand. I struggled, rolled over under him, saw him grinning down on me, on my tits, my basketball belly openly now.

"Jesus had nothing to do with it; that was all you." and I grinned back, having a nice family moment with my nephew.

He was admiring my juice slick on his arm, raised an eyebrow and nodded at me.

"We were taught in sex ed that some women can ejaculate. First time I ever witnessed it!"

My turn to blush; still the gentleman, appreciating his auntie's sex prowess.

"Now your turn." and I reached down, spread my knees, tugged at his trunks. His stiffie prevented me from making any progress.

"Let me." and he stood up, skinned out of his trunks, exposed a really respectable dick at full salute.

"That all for me?" and he grinned, nodded. Knelt between my knees, scooched up, judged it perfect and got his cockhead to my still-wet folds.

"You need lube?" and I shook my head. "Just stuff it in!" So he did.

"Yaaah! No, don't stop. I need this." so he just kept inserting it, slowly and carefully, the slick juicy noises lewd in our ears.

"You can go ahead and lay on me; I won't break. Can't hurt the kid; hydraulically cushioned inside." and he nodded, saw the wisdom in that, studying Engineering if I remembered right.

He lay forward, arched his back to keep his prick in me while getting his face closer to my sweet fun-bags, my nubby nipples.

"You can suck on them! I pumped earlier, no problem with snack time later." Ayn, my first, was a hungry little brat, fed every couple hours. I pumped to keep ahead of the need, get some nipple relief from time to time by using a bottle.

He smiled that smile of I'm Getting Some and It's Good. I recognized it now, just my fourth lover, my third if you didn't count my ex which I didn't. Lowered his shoulders, latched onto a nipple and sucked.

Gagged; my milk let down at the merest touch. Plus the orgasm, the Rabbit brought that on more often than not. How I got started pumping, it got wasted otherwise.

I rocked my hips to remind him Cunt Down Here! and he got the message, sucked and slurped and pumped, just feeling all the good sex feels. Groaned, his belly against my belly, cock in my cunt, lips on my tit, college-boy heaven.

"Go ahead and pound me, I kind of like that." Shy for some reason, revealing my sex preferences to a twenty-something young man.

He suckled some more, straightened up, wiped his mouth with the back of one hand. Arranged himself, grabbed me behind the knees and carefully raised my thighs. Couldn't get far, that belly in the way but far enough to begin banging me. Full pelvic thrust, smack! against my cunt and clit, balls slapping my taint which was curiously provoking.

"Good god! Do that! Never stop! Wow!" and other encouragements, I'd just cum but felt if he lasted long enough, I'd cum again. That would be awesome. Last time for me was the day Ayn was conceived. Been months, too long.

He did that, kept up a good rhythm, didn't he play the clarinet in High School? Had impeccable timing, could pump out a beat like a metronome.

Without my knowing it my lower legs started kicking, twitching on each stroke, straightened and feet in the air and toes clenching, in a pre-orgasmic V, start to shake.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." and I felt it coming on. He paused, fuck! Don't do that!

"Keep going!"

"I'm gonna cum soon. I should pull out."

Nope! "Cum inside! You can't get me double-pregnant! What are they teaching in sex ed these days!"

And the light bulb went off - he could cum inside his auntie with no repercussions. A free pass!

And the fucker slowed down, to make it last I guess but it triggered something in me, the jizz-lust, I needed that cum and now!

"Fucker! Cum already! Fill me! Bang it into me! Breed me!" which was nonsense, I had already been bred but I could see it pushed his buttons. He started hitting my crotch irregularly, going into his insemination convulsions and his cock swelled, I could feel him hitting my cervix now.

"Cum on my cervix! Cum deep! Get those sperms in me! Way inside!" and I grabbed his hands, pulled, plopped them down on my fat titties and he came.

"Fuck! Fuck! Cumming! In you! Fat slutty cunt! Take it! Take it!" and I was shocked, didn't know my polite nephew had such fuck-talk in his repertoire.

"Your fuck slut! Your jizz bucket! Cum you bastard!" and I felt it rise, squirt on my cervix hot and slick. His cock-fucking became deliciously slick and slippery, his cum did that, made everything frictionless and hot, red hot!

"Gaah! You're breeding me! My breeding bull! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking breeding bastard! Fill me!" and I lost it, my legs shaking so hard my ankles hurt, my feet flopping around like marionette limbs and the puppet-master having a seizure.

"God woman! You cum so hard." and he slowed, I slowed, his jizz fizzed and popped around our sex connection, oozed onto my taint, wet his balls as he continued slower, balls slapping, clit mashed between our pelvic bones, ecstasy and agony on every stroke. I remembered to breathe, felt the orgasm spread through my belly, my limbs, my muscles becoming jelly.

"OK. OK. You can stop now." I pushed his shoulder away, not hard, just guiding him out. He let my thighs down gently, got my feet on the lounger, slid his now-softening dick out with a Shluck! and I gouted about a pint of his hot jizz onto the seat.

"Fuck. Fuck." He was stunned, at what we'd done, at what he'd done, what I'd done. Head spinning, not sure what came next. Inspired, leaned over, sucked on one tit then the other, then found my lips, kissed me with his milky mouth. I kissed him back.

He climbed down, found my briefs, handed them to me. Then he found his trunks, they were floating in the pool where he'd flung them, had to dive in to retrieve them. Surged out the side of the pool, hot naked tanned young man with a floppy dick and his only garment in one hand, happy.

This is going to be a great year.

So, the next day, Sunday, I'm lounging by the pool naked, no point in the briefs now, he had fucked my pussy so he could see it any time he liked, breeders privilege.

And he comes out, timid.

"Auntie? Can I invite some friends over?"

That would be nice, meet some of his friends, maybe he had a girlfriend? I'd been wondering but I was a good aunt, I didn't pry into his affairs, my sister did plenty of that.

"Sure hon! I'd love to meet your crew." and he went back inside, I heard him on the phone in there, laughing and talking fast.

Half an hour later and I hear a car pull up. Wondered briefly if I should put something on, decided No! This was my house; they'd take me as they found me.