Sorry for the long time between stories. I boxed myself in and have been thinking of a way to continue this line of stories.
To the Nasty Critics: I've noticed that this particular category is really subject to large amounts of nasty feedback. That is the reason I disabled the "anonymous" feedback since the vast majority of it comes from people too lazy to write their own stories and/or are looking for revenge and/or violence. I am not an advocate of either. For those who have tossed out the "immoral" label, I have a question. Why are you reading pornography in the first place? I'm doing this for me and people that have my kind of fetishes. Ultimately, my lifestyle is none of your business or responsibility. Likewise, your behavior in the real world is your responsibility, not mine. Here's the main takeaway, I'm not going to change. If you don't like my fetishes then don't waste your time reading them.
To Everyone else: If you have valid suggestions for making the stories more erotic then I would like to hear them. I'm open to any valid suggestion or request. Just spare me the attacks.
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Brenda and I continued to fuck prodigiously during the first trimester and well into the second but she began to lose interest as our love child really began to blossom inside of her. One day, we were just lying in bed caressing and holding each other. She whispered,
"I'm feeling a bit guilty about not meeting your physical needs."
"There's nothing to feel guilty about. I'm really happy." I replied
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, Positive."
I thought that was the end of it but a few days later she came down to my place and she was accompanied by an older woman in the early afternoon. I figured she must have been in her late fifties or early sixties but you couldn't tell by the way she was dressed. She had long straight gray hair tied back into pony tail down to the middle of her back. She was wearing skin tight "Daisy Dukes" with a low cut top that accentuated her large "D" tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and gravity was pulling on those big breasts. She had just a touch of a mid-drift bulge. She was about 5'2" but had gorgeous well-defined legs. She was wearing flip flops with an ankle bracelet around her right ankle.
She was a handsome woman but not what you would call pretty and she had the usual wrinkles and lines associated with someone who was about sixty. Actually she really looked like a hot slut, little did I know. I also noticed that she had a wedding ring.
Brenda said, "Hunt, I want you to meet my mother, Katherine."
Katherine held out her hand to shake it, "Call me, Kat, Honey."
"OK. Kat Honey." I replied.
"You didn't tell me he was a smart ass." Kat said while looking at Brenda.
Brenda shook her head with a look of disdain but she eventually looked me in the eye and smiled.
"While I'm out of commission, I want you to fuck mom."
"Say What?" I stammered.
"I talked it over with her. I know you have to fuck and fuck alot. I just don't feel like it right now but I want you to remember where your dick belongs. It's better to keep it in the family and at least you can't get her knocked up."
I still wasn't believing what I was hearing.
Kat chimed in, "She's told me all about you, Honey. I told her that she ought to divorce that POS she's married to and become your wife. I want a good home for my grand baby, which I know is yours."
"What about your husband?" I asked.
"Husbands don't seem to concern you too much besides mine, her stepfather, has a limp dick and gets off on me fucking other guys."
"Jeeezus, Mother,"
"It's OK, old people have trouble holding their tongues," I countered.
Kat smiled, "Touche."
I just laughed and said, "Come on inside."
We sat down at the kitchen table and I said, "Kat, would you like something to drink like white wine, Brenda is going to have water or iced tea."
"Thanks a lot." Brenda said. "I know, I know it's for the baby."
Kat said, "Wine's great."
I poured her a glass and she dipped on it while we just talked.
Brenda sat on my lap and started kissing me and nibbling on my neck. I was finding it difficult to maintain a meaningful conversation.
Kat wasn't the least bit taken aback. In fact she said,
"Let's go to the bedroom, I want to see you two lovebirds fuck."
Brenda rose off my lap and took me by the hand back to the bedroom. She was wearing a house dress with no bra with flip flops and those were off in a nanosecond. Her breasts were engorged from the hormones and her nipples were massive and hard.
She pulled down my shorts and underwear with one moved exposing my stiff cock to the light of day. I had removed my t-shirt. She was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. When she stopped moving up and down on my shaft, she would lick my engorged and swollen knob. She stopped for a second, looked at me and whispered,
"I love you so much, baby. Prove to my mom how much you love me, Fuck my brains out."