Carol
I come from a large family and from early childhood, my dream was to have a large family of my own. Well, some dreams come true but in a different way than you expect.
My name is Carol and I have always considered myself to be a resourceful woman. If the first plan doesn't work, improvise and try something else. That idea has served me well all my life and I have tried to teach that to my pretty young daughter, Emily.
Emily is quite a good-looking brunette with large green eyes which are nothing short of stunning. Her 36C breasts are shapely and dramatically define her 5'6" frame. Did I mention she has a set of legs to die for? She is 24 and lives two hours from here while she pursues a career in advertising. She is well aware of her good looks but she is not stuck up in the way some pretty girls are. She was a joy to raise and always helped out around the house and always did well in school.
During high school, she liked to date but never got too involved with any one guy, probably because she knew that one day, she could pretty much have her pick of any man she wanted, as soon as she decided to settle down.
I came from a large family with three brothers and two sisters. Growing up in that environment, I came to appreciate the warmth and support a large family provided and I always dreamed of having a large family of my own. Sadly, complications of delivering Emily into the world meant that I was destined not to have any more children. Emily was such a joy to raise that I mostly forgot the pain of not being able to produce children but I always hoped one day that Emily would get married and have a big, happy family with lots of grandkids for me to dote upon.
Emily's decision to delay marriage and motherhood became a source of contention between us. More than a few verbal fisticuffs broke out between us but our deep affection for one another quickly put an end to the hard feelings. Things got harder when Emily's dad had a midlife crisis and ran away with a younger woman and settled down in another state. Neither Emily nor I ever wanted anything to do with him again and I don't think he really cared.
During Emily's senior year of high school, I met John, the manager of a shipping firm and a really great guy. Always cool-headed, analytical and very kind to Emily and me, he was a great catch. He had one son, Sean, who was just starting junior high when we married. He and Emily got along fine for the time they both lived under the same roof but the age difference meant they did not have much in common so they hardly interacted. Sean is a good kid, good in school, average looking and painfully shy.
Life would have seen so simple except that both John and I had a strong desire for more children. If only Emily had stayed at home and found someone locally to marry, we would have encouraged her to have a big family. One day, John came home from work and found me the livingroom, sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's the matter, hon?"
Through my tears, I lamented about the sense of loss I felt because I never had the large family I dreamed of and that my one and only baby lived so far away.
"There, there, baby, don't you worry, there is always a solution to every problem, isn't that what you always tell me?"
I agreed but said I did not see a solution to this problem, except to adopt, which would be costly and take years.
John stood on his 6'2" muscular frame, pulled me up off the sofa and wrapped his arms around me so tight, I thought I would collapse but I did not want him to let up, I felt so loved and protected and at that moment, that is exactly what I needed.
I could not help myself, the tears gushed forth like a flood and I cried out "I want to have your baby, John, I want to give you a little baby boy."
I was hysterical. John kept giving me calming pats on the back and gentle kisses and after awhile, I quieted down, although he could still feel my heart racing a mile a minute. John calmed me with gentle strokes of his hand on my back and reassuring words whispered in my ear.
"Ok, baby, are you alright now?"
I managed to nod 'Yes' but that all. John then did what he always did whenever I had an emotional episode. He held me close again and directed me to go into the bedroom and quickly remove all of my clothes. As I did this, I was to remain silent and be very submissive. I walked into the bedroom and John followed and closed the bedroom behind him. He sat on a small chair while I stood a few feet way and unbuttoned my dress to reveal a black bra and a thong underwear and garter belt with black stockings. John forbad me from wearing pantyhose, which was inconvenient for me but I wanted to please him.
I then removed the bra and my large breasts flopped down. I have large, pear shaped breasts with large nipples. John could hardly conceal the erection that was poking up from his crotch area, so I know my body still turned him on. Next off was the garter belt and stockings followed by the thing panties, which revealed my thin landing strip of pubic hear, worn exactly the way John wanted it.
Now that I was completely naked, John stood up, erection still in full salute, and held me close to him. I felt my bit tits gouged firmly into his chest, which made be tingly.
My heart started to pound like a jackhammer and my pussy juices began to flow freely because I knew what was about to happen. John sat on the bed and pulled my arms toward him and down so that I was pulled over his knees. I felt his hand slap me with a loud report and I involuntarily jumped up from the sudden painful sensation. Again and again, his hand slapped my round bottom very hard and I cried out in pain. John ignored my screams of protest and kept spanking and spanking. At last he was done and ordered me to stand up. I caught a glimpse of my assaulted butt in the mirror and saw it was beet red.
John walked into our closet and came out with a thin rattan cane. He ordered me to bend over with my hands resting on the bed. As I did so, the cane flew into my already painful butt and I let out a loud scream. Before I could even recover, the next stroke hit home and I gasped. Again and again and again the strokes kept coming and I yelled out excruciating pain.
My tears were flowing freely again and John kept up the strokes far beyond what I thought I could stand.
"Ýou're doing fine, baby, just a little more. I know you can take a little more, honey" he reassured my in a calm, gentle voice.
The strokes continued for several more minutes and I thought I was going to pass out. Finally, he relented. He held my in his arms again and kissed me passionately. I could barely kiss him back because of the extreme pain but I did appreciate him holding me and reassuring me. John pulled back the bedcovers and ordered me into bed. I got in and lay on my side to take pressure off of my painful backside.
He quickly undressed and got into bed beside me and put his arms around me as the pain slowly eased. He kissed my sweetly and as he rolled his tongue around in my mouth, I began to lubricate and my pussy felt so warm and wet. I felt a finger go into my pussy, just past the lips. My pussy clenched around his finger and I began to lubricate even more. His thumb ran circles around my clitoris and an electric sensation ran though my vagina and I began to squirm.
The severe spanking had exactly the effect intended. It calmed me down and redirected all that manic energy away from my problems. I felt his mouth on my left nipple and he sucked it hard. As he did so, his tongue ran circles around the nipple, which got rock hard. The other nipple got the same attention and I felt my body heaving with desire. I felt his hard cock against me and I wanted it deep inside of me. I did not have long to wait and he rolled me over on my back, which felt painful because of the spanking. That sensation was soon replaced with the intensely pleasurable sensation of his stiff cock being rammed deep into my willing and submissive cunt.
He made no effort to please me. I guess he figured I had enough sensory overload for one day. He soon shivered as his ball sack slapped against my cunt lips. Just as he shot his load, he pulled out and shot his cum all over my tummy and my throbbing titties. With the last spurts completed, he straddled me close to my face and shoved that beautiful spent cock in my mouth and ordered me to clean him. My willing tongue swirled all over the head and shaft and I gave his manhood a thorough cleaning.
