The Lawsons Pt 13

This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 12

Recap - After being shot while protecting his wives and customers of Bridger Bar, Roger is home recovering. Of course, his wives tend to his every need, including one remaining in the room with him while he sleeps. During this time, Emma decides to record a video where she discusses how hard it was to see her husband in so much peril, and it ends with her telling him that she is finally pregnant with a little girl. The four also had a party at the house for both Sarah and Emma's pregnancies, inviting all their staff to not only celebrate, but to inform them of the unusual relationship between Roger, Emma, Sarah, and Samantha. No one cared. Tina comes back to visit, and Samantha takes a liking to her and poolside fun starts to happen. Sarah, however, has a pregnancy scare that sees Roger and Emma whisking her away to the hospital only to find out it was a muscle cramp. Samantha, still upset that Roger wouldn't let her help out at the bar, finds the answers she needed—Roger was keeping her in reserve to protect their family if Roger had gotten killed. Roger learns that Tricia and Sheriff Wright know of their odd living situation, but is relieved that they have no issues with it, especially since they aren't all legally married.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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A few days later, Sarah and Samantha found a tattoo design that they both agreed on. It was a simple tattoo, a silhouette of a mother holding a baby that Samantha had initially passed on. But Sarah saw it and absolutely loved it. That was enough of a reason for Sam to agree to it. Sarah's would say 'Mother' and Samantha's would say 'Daughter' underneath, and they both agreed to get it on their left ankles.

"I have to wait until after Rylee comes, though. Apparently, hormones can affect healing, and there's the concern of infection," Sarah said as she lay back on the bed with Samantha snuggling her. The group had all become accustomed to removing their clothing as soon as they entered the bedroom. The girls all knew that Roger got so excited seeing his wives naked, and they wanted him to have easy access. But like so many other things, he at first thought it too close to slavery of his wives, but the girls wanted it and started doing it anyway.

"Then we're definitely waiting. I want my momma safe." From where she was laying, Samantha could see Sarah's belly moving. "She's moving quite a bit today."

Sarah smiled. "I think she's practicing karate or something. She's driving me bonkers."

Samantha put a hand on Sarah's bare belly and rubbed lightly, laughing when Rylee would kick. "I could call Master in, if you like, Momma?"

"I'm sure he'd like to feel her kicking, but he's felt it several times."

Sam giggled and slid a hand down from Sarah's stomach and began gently rubbing her clitoris. "No, I mean for other things."

"Thank you, Sammy, but I feel self-conscious being this big."

"What do you mean?" Samantha asked as she spit on her hand and brought it back down to Sarah's clit.

"I've gained weight, my boobs are bigger so they're sagging, and I can't even imagine what my poor little kitty must look like."

Samantha sighed. "I think Master has it right, when he talks about how pregnant women are sexy." She slid a few fingers into Sarah. "I'd fuck you in an instant."

"I think," Sarah gasped, "that's what you're doing."

Samantha moved down between Sarah's legs, pulled up her phone and took a picture. "I think Daddy needs to come and fuck this delicious pussy, Momma." She sent the picture to Roger's phone with the text, "Lonely kitty needs Daddy's monster cock." She smiled, took a few more pictures of Sarah writhing in ecstasy, and put her phone away. "Now, what can I do to help until Master's beefy cock arrives?"

Sarah kept gasping. "Oh, little girl," she whispered.

"What do you want me to do, Mommy?" she asked playfully, now rubbing Sarah's clit with her thumb as she continued fingering her.

Sarah was gasping and beginning to moan. "I think there's a naughty daughter who needs to lick her mommy's pussy," she said as she watched Samantha's eyes grow wide with excitement.

As Samantha began licking her, Sarah began stroking her head. "That's a good little girl. Lick your mother's sweet pussy. Oh, yeah...just like that, my beautiful daughter."

"Mmm," Samantha said as she began licking furiously. "Say it more."

"Make your mommy cum, sweet girl," Sarah said breathlessly. "Oh yes! Right there, little girl. Yes! Lick your mommy's tight little cunt!"

Samantha was beginning to moan, which meant she was rubbing herself as well. "Your daughter loves licking your pussy, Mommy. It's so beautiful, and tastes so wonderful."

Just as Sarah was reaching her first orgasm, Roger walked in the door. He didn't say a word and began undressing immediately, stroking his cock to an erection, although he didn't have to do too much for that to happen.

"Mommy needs you now, Master," Samantha said as she moved out of the way to give Roger room.

He slid into Sarah easily, which caused a loud gasp from her and a deep moan. "Ohhh...fuck yes," she said. "Little girl, I need you in my mouth."

Samantha obliged, but instead of facing the headboard, she faced Roger so she could lean forward to kiss him and allow him access to her breasts.

"Not too hard tonight, Master," Sarah said.

"Yes, my love." He rubbed her baby belly which always seemed to give her comfort. He moved up to her breasts. "Your breasts look amazing right now."

"Told you," Samantha said in a sing-song voice.

Sarah slapped Sam's ass lightly as she continued licking her. "Just a little more, Master. Just like that."

He could hear her from under Sam's crotch beginning to pant quickly as she always did when she was about to orgasm.

"Oh, Momma," Sam said as Sarah's licking became faster and more aggressive. "Momma!" She said again as her body convulsed slightly as she had her own orgasm. Samantha had always been able to cum quickly. No one could explain it, but no one complained either.

Moments later, Sarah orgasmed hard, her legs springing up to let Roger in deeper and her whole body tensed up. Roger kept thrusting but Sarah needed to stop.

"I'm s--I'm sorry, Master, but I can't do more," she said, out of breath. "Little girl, can I tag you in?"

"Oh yeah," Samantha said, jumping off Sarah and lying next to her with her own legs wide and in the air. "Fill me up, Daddy," she said and wiggled her fingers to him to beckon. "Fuck me hard, like Momma likes. If she can't have it, she can at least enjoy watching it."

Samantha was already very wet, but Roger still slid in easy at first. He then pulled back and began pounding into her, grasping her hips.

"Ow! Tattoo, Master!" she hissed.

He didn't say anything as he moved his hand from her hip. She wanted it like Sarah, so he would give it to her. Sliding a hand up her chest past her beautifully perky, puffy nipples, he grasped her throat and squeezed. His thrusts were relentless as he fucked and choked his youngest wife, and he didn't miss how hard her nipples got when he began choking her.

Sarah was mostly recovered and turned to her side. When Roger released Samantha's throat, she gasped loudly and breathed hard for a few moments. "Momma, suck on my nipples."

Without saying a word, Sarah got on her knees and leaned over Sam's chest to begin sucking on her closest nipple, leaving room for Roger's arm to grasp her throat again.

"Choke me harder, Master!" Samantha said just before she orgasmed and sprayed her juices all over Roger's chest and abdomen. "Chok--" she tried to say, but he was grasping her throat, keeping her from speaking.

He was grunting hard as he kept pounding into Samantha, her small breasts shaking violently with his movements. When her eyes began to shut, Roger released her, and she gulped at the air.

"Fu--" she tried to say as she took hold of Sarah's head. "Fuck!" she managed to get out. Roger's hand was squeezing her breast, so she guided it back to her throat.

Moments later, Roger announced that he couldn't take much more. He released Samantha's throat.

"Momma?" she said, "Your mouth?"

"You've earned this one, little girl," Sarah said and looked at Roger. "Fill my little girl's pussy, Master."

As he was about to release his own load, Samantha's body began shaking as another orgasm rocked through her. That was all it took for Roger, and he unloaded inside of her very tight, very wet pussy.

When her orgasm subsided, Samantha was euphoric, staring off into the distance dreamily. Sarah was hugging her and gently rubbing her body, which was still jerking sporadically as the after-effects of the orgasm kept hitting her.

"Just let it ride out, Babydoll," Sarah said in a soothing voice. "It looks like you're having multiple orgasms."

After several moments, with both Sarah and Roger cuddling and kissing her gently, Samantha's body was under her control again.

"How many did you have, beautiful?" Sarah asked.

"Three very long ones." She was out of breath and her eyes were barely open. "I love you so much, my wonderful Master. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me for making love to you," he said as he moved some hair out of her face.

She shook her head slowly. "Thank you for fucking me like you do mommy. I never knew how good that could feel."

"Mother knows best, doesn't she?" Sarah said as she kissed Samantha's exposed neck. "And if you liked that, maybe you should let Master do some of the things to you that he does to me in our sex dungeon."

"Will you, please, Master?"

"I'll do whatever you like, sweetheart. But that's a different kind of submission, okay? So, we'll take it slow."

"I submit," she said as she lazily ran a hand down his chest. "And I need a nap."

"Okay, my love. You just lie right here, and I'll bring you something to eat," Roger said, standing to find his clothes. "It's past dinnertime and you should eat something after that."

"Mmm hmm," Sam said with a smile.

Once he was gone, Samantha turned to Sarah and kissed her slowly, letting her tongue taste her adoptive mother's mouth. "I love you so much, Momma. Thank you for putting up with me."

Sam was starting to drift off. "And I love you, little girl." She moved further down onto the bed so that she could hold Sam as she slept. "You're my sweet little baby and I will love you forever, and ever, and always put up with you," she whispered as Samantha began lightly buzzing as she fell asleep.

That evening, Roger had spent time with Emma as both Samantha and Sarah were too worn out, Sarah just from being pregnant, and Samantha from numerous amazing orgasms that sapped the strength from her. It had been difficult to wake her just to make sure she ate. As soon as she was finished, she and Sarah slid to a far corner of the bed and snuggled together to sleep.

Emma was sad that she missed the show earlier, but she enjoyed hearing about it and couldn't wait to have her husband inside of her as well. It was slow and loving, nothing like what he had done with Samantha. As Emma said, it was lovemaking, not fucking. She had three orgasms herself before Roger finally came, and that was enough to wear her out as well. He held her tightly until they both fell asleep.

The next morning, Sarah was acting strangely. She would hold her stomach more, and occasionally stop walking for a moment.

"Momma? What's going on?" Sam asked her. She had opted to remain with Sarah in the bedroom while Emma went to check on the horses and Roger was down in the gym working on rehabilitating his shoulder.

"Contractions," she said, grunting through the pain.

"What!?"

"False labor," Sarah added. "Braxton-Hicks contractions."

"Oh. Okay," Samantha said, her small panic attack subsiding. "Is it painful?"

"It doesn't feel great, that's for sure," Sarah said as she started filling the bathtub. She held out a hand for Sam to steady her as she stepped in. "Thank you, Babydoll."

"Is it...constant?"

Sarah shook her head as she slowly slid into the warm water. "It comes and goes, so I get a break. Like now," she said as she sank down further. "It's been a bit since the last one."

"How can you tell the difference between real contractions and the fake ones?"

"Well, when the real ones hit, and you're going into labor, they're somewhat regular. Like ten minutes apart for a while, then seven or eight minutes apart, and they keep getting closer as you are about to see the baby come."

"Do you need my help?" Samantha asked. "Otherwise, I'm going to hop in the shower."

"I'm okay."

Samantha was protective of her family, but Sarah especially so, and even more so because she was pregnant. She quickly showered, skipping her hair, and stepped back out to check on Sarah.

"How's it going?" she asked. When Sarah winced, she had her answer. "Having another one?"

Sarah nodded quietly, putting a hand down on her stomach.

Samantha glanced over at the decorative clock on the large sink. "Mom, that was seven minutes. Are you sure this isn't the real deal?"

Sarah let out a frustrated groan. "I guess we're heading back to the hospital, then." She stood and accepted the towel Sam offered. "I'm going to get dressed while you go find Master. And Sam? Don't let him panic, okay? Because you know he will."

"Okay, Momma."

After toweling down, Sarah found clothing in the closet that she could get out of easily and then wrapped herself in a robe and stepped into some slippers. She sat on the bed and waited on Roger, who showed up a few moments later.

When he came in it was apparent that he had likely sprinted all the way to the bedroom. He must have stopped just outside the door to catch his breath, but it was evident that he had rushed to her. Sarah smiled.

"I don't know if it's the real thing," she said calmly before he could speak, "but I've been having contractions somewhat regularly. They're now seven minutes apart."

"So, we should go?"

She nodded. "We should go."

Samantha showed up a few seconds later. "You..." she said breathlessly, "are really, really fast."

"Sammy, can you grab the red bag from the closet for me? Master and I will head down to the garage."

Sam nodded, still trying to catch her breath, and found the red, leather bag in the closet. She peeked inside and found that Sarah had packed a few hygiene items that she might need for a few nights at the hospital along with a change of clothes.

"Smart woman," she said as she made her way to the garage. She caught up with Roger and Sarah at the top of the steps. It seemed that Sarah was having a hard time walking as she had to stop a few times because of the contractions.

"Sam, can you go on down and get her car ready?" Roger asked, and waited until she was gone before he said, "It's a little early, isn't it? I thought we had three weeks?"

"Feel free to explain it to Rylee," Sarah said when they made the foyer. "I'm sorry. This just hurts." She looked up at him as they walked slowly to the garage. "If this is legitimate, I may not be nice, so can I apologize in advance?"

"You can say whatever you want, Sarah. Believe me, you'll get a free pass."

"Oohhh, Roger, you may regret that," she said, then corrected herself. "Master, not Roger. I'm sorry."

"Sarah, honey, don't worry about that right now. I mean, you don't have to do it anytime, and I appreciate why you do." Roger opened the door to the garage for her and helped her down the one step. "But right now, everything is about you and this beautiful little girl we're having together, okay? Just focus on that."

"I love you," she said. "You're such a good husband."

"You're an amazing wife," he said, gushing. "Can you believe we're having a baby?"

She groaned in pain as she stood in the open door. "At this moment, I'm kind of wishing we weren't."

"Momma!" Samantha said, scolding her.

"Oh, baby, I'm just whining about the pain." Sarah got into the car with Samantha sitting behind her. "I've wanted a baby for so long and not even the pain will keep me from meeting my little girl."

As Roger got in the driver's seat and pulled out of the garage, Sarah asked Samantha to let Emma know where they were going. It would have taken her too long to meet them, and they didn't want to wait. Possibly having a baby at home for a high-risk pregnancy was not at all ideal.

Sarah pulled up the vehicle's phone connection. "Call Gwen." The car speakers rang while they waited for Doctor Lunsford to pick up. "This is Doctor Lunsford."

"Gwen, it's Sarah Lawson. We're headed to the hospital. I think it's--" She stopped and began groaning loudly.

"Uh...hi, Gwen," Roger said. "She's having fairly regular contractions. We just left the house."

"Sarah, when you can talk, tell me about these contractions. Are you sure you're in labor?"

"Seven minutes...apart," Sarah said, grunting through the pain again.

"For how long?" Gwen asked.

"S-Sam?" Sarah said.

"It's been about thirty minutes," Samantha said loudly from the back. "Pretty steady."

"Okay. It can still be Braxton Hicks, but it doesn't hurt for you to be checked out. Doctor Nassar is there. I'll call and let him know you're on your way."

"No!" Sarah said sharply. "No men."

"Sarah, honey," Roger said quietly.

"No. Men," she said angrily.

Gwen spoke softly. "Sarah, I understand your concern, but Doctor Nassar is an excellent obstetrician."

"Gwen, listen to me carefully--

no

man other than my Roger will see under my skirt!"

"I don't--" Gwen started.

"Oh shit," Sarah said, turning to Roger. "My water just broke. Oh my god, it hurts so much more!"

"Okay, I'm on my way," Gwen said over the phone. "Roger, just bypass the emergency room and go straight to Labor and Delivery, okay?"

"Got it. Thank you." He said, hanging up the phone, then spoke over his shoulder. "Babydoll, did you reach Emma?"

"She didn't answer, but she did reply to my text. She'll be on her way soon."

"Thank you, love." Roger reached for Sarah's hand, and she grasped it firmly.

"Don't leave me alone in there," she said. "I'll need your support."

"I'll always be with you."

"What about me?" Samantha asked. "I want to be there."

"I'm so sorry, little girl, but I don't think they'll allow more than one in the room." Sarah tried to explain.

Samantha sighed. "I'll just wait for Sissy, then," she said quietly, slumping in her chair and crossing her arms grumpily.

Sarah felt bad for Samantha. They had spoken several times about how excited Sam was to have a little sister-slash-daughter. Of course, Sarah had made sure that Samantha remembered that they had all agreed to be mothers to the children, and that telling Rylee that she was both her sister, and her mother would just be confusing for a child. Once she was older, they could explain things in more detail.

Following Gwen's instructions, Roger helped Sarah directly into the labor and delivery unit and was thankful that Gwen had called ahead. Before they took her back, Samantha hugged her for a long time, not wanting to let go. Finally, she kissed her cheek. "Just yell really loud if you need me. I'll come running."

Roger had communicated well while they were in the room, letting Sam and Emma know what was going on. Sarah was already dilated to six centimeters when they arrived, and so far, her vital signs were good.

Gwen appeared forty-five minutes later, having driven from her home. After a few pleasantries with Sarah and Roger, she got to work on assessing Sarah's situation. "You're almost there, Sarah," she said with a smile. "Nine centimeters. It looks like this little beauty is on her way out soon."

"Rylee," Sarah said as she tried to breathe through the pain as she had been instructed. "Rylee Blair."