A Baby for My Son and His Wife

If you want 10" cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I'm sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.

I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stroking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to 'get dirty' but only in the height of my character's arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but generally they are not autobiographical.

Everyone in this story is over 18.

Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.

Act 1 -- The proposal

My son (Harry) and his wife (Emma) where are around our house for Sunday lunch. They had struggled for years to have children and six months earlier tests revealed Emma could not have any. We were all obviously heart-broken, but Harry and Emma seemed to get over it.

"We have decided to try and find a surrogate." Harry announced.

"I don't blame you," said Bob, "that makes sense."

"It does, but it's not that easy, Dad. First, we will have to pay 'reasonable expenses' and it seems some surrogates are more reasonable than others. Then the surrogate is considered the legal mother, so we could go through all of that, and she could decide to keep the baby."

"That sounds very risky, Harry." I chipped in.

"Yes, Maddy and it doesn't stop there." Said Emma who looked as if she were about to burst into tears. "The NHS waiting list for artificial insemination is years long." She looked as if she was going to continue, instead she paused and turned to Harry. "I told you it's not going to work, Harry."

I wanted to sound hopeful, she looked so sad, and Harry wasn't much better. "There must be a way."

"There is ..." Harry began.

Emma cut him off. "No, Harry, we agreed you wouldn't ask."

"Ask what? Harry, ask what?" I smiled, as a mum I wanted to help my son in any way I could. Harry went very red. He looked at me and I saw a sad little boy in need of his mother's love. I softened my voice. "Come on Harry, ask me." I had no idea what was on his mind.

Eventually Harry said, "We were wondering whether you would be surrogate." Emma's eyes dropped to the table. A single tear dripped down her cheek and she wiped it off.

Silence.

"oookkkaaaayyy. I wasn't expecting that." I whispered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Emma looked up at me. "It's worse than that Maddy. We don't think the NHS will inseminate you with Harry's sperm. Probably the same for private but in any case, we can't afford it."

Bob stated the obvious. "but, that leaves only one alternative."

Silence.

Eventually I said. "But doesn't that risk birth defects?"

Bob spluttered and guffawed. "I think that's the least of our problems, Maddy. Your son has just suggested natural insemination."

Harry almost shouted. "I didn't." Bob looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Harry found a very interesting spot on the table and fixed his gaze on it. "I did." Emma burst into tears. I couldn't speak.

'Mr sensible' Bob eventually said. "Look, this is all very personal for a Sunday afternoon family lunch. Let's get back to that. Harry, your mum and I talk it over. It seems too much to ask but we love you both and we know how difficult it was to ask; so, we will at least talk about it. Maybe we can come up with a workable alternative."

Act 2 -- Discussions

[writers note: In a 'normal' novel this section would be much longer, but this is Literotica. I think it is important to know the motivations of the parties involved, but not the long and protracted dialogue that gets them there. Sorry if you feel a little cheated.]

In the coming 3 days Bob and I did discuss the issues at some length. Bob's view was that he has always found incest between son and mum a turn on. In his early teens his own mother had been the subject of most of his masturbatory fantasises. But this was different especially as the objective was having a baby.

I was the opposite. Being pregnant always suited me, apart from the early morning sickness I always felt happy and fulfilled. My body bloomed and my skin cleared, and I didn't have to bother with periods. It would be late in life but not dangerously so. I would gladly have a child for my son and his wife; For me and especially for them. It would bind our family even closer. My problem was that I did not want to have sex with my son under any circumstances. Bob probed me a bit on that one and I had to admit in the land beyond my mental block I did have a butterfly of a fantasy.

I called Harry. "I can't believe you are so relaxed about all of this."

"Mum, I'm not relaxed about it. When it first occurred to me, I was disgusted with myself."

"What, you don't find me attractive?"

"Of course, I do mum but that's not the point. You know as well as I do that sons and mums not supposed to." The was a long silence and Harry needed to fill it. "But we so want a baby, and I am sorry if asking you puts you under pressure. Just forget it mum. It's too much to ask." We finished the call I left him with the (true) thought that it was unlikely, but his dad and I would discuss it again.

Bob and I discussed it further over a few glasses of wine, which was a mistake as I agreed to do it, still very reluctantly. I made Bob call Harry as I was too embarrassed. The rules were no kissing, no eye contact, we would do it as many times as we could in the fortnight starting a week after my period finishes. Finally, we could do it for a couple of months to try for one baby but no more and no longer.

Act 3 -- It's a date.

As it happened the next Sunday marked the beginning of my fertile period. We invited Emma and Harry around for Sunday lunch. The conversation was extremely stilted; I'm not sure I have ever discussed the weather so much and for so long. I noticed Harry only had one glass of wine whereas I had 4 (2 usually!!). The weight of the elephant in the room was weighing down heavily on all of us. There was a part of all of us which didn't want what was coming next; we were all putting it off.

After two hours it was getting ridiculous. We all knew what was going to happen, but no one would suggest a move and my bum was glued to my seat. Harry got up to get some more wine for Emma from the fridge and Emma went to the toilet. Bob turned to me, and I knew what he was going to say before he said it. "Perhaps now would be a good time to slip away upstairs?" He was right but my legs felt like lead. Reluctantly I got up and left the room.

I was slowly walking up the stairs, my head was mush. The higher I got the more I realised I couldn't go through with this. When I got to the top, I murmured to myself. "Sorry, Harry I can't."

Just at that moment Emma emerged from the toilet. She looked at me, she was so incredibly embarrassed. Like a frightened deer she looked like she just wanted to bolt down the stairs but bless her, she spoke. "Oh Maddy, thank you so much for doing this for us." She paused. "I don't know what else to say other thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." She hugged me.

After that I couldn't turn around and I went into our bedroom. Annoyed at myself for not having the strength to disappoint her. I loved them both.

I was wearing a nice summer dress. Normal stuff not revealing but not hidden. I took off my shoes and nearly fell over. I hadn't realised my legs were shaking so much. I had to sit down on the bed to remove my knickers, which I casually threw on the floor. I sat there is silence. My head in total conflict. I so wanted to go back downstairs but I so wanted my son and Emma to be fulfilled. I cursed myself for getting into this. It would have been so easy to say no right at the start. It was like I had put myself on a conveyor belt. I knew the destination and yet I got onto the belt. I knew the destination, but I didn't get off. The destination was so far off and surreal, but now it was close and very very real.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Like the 'condemned man' I heard my executioner approaching. I got up and faced away from the door. I leaned over the bed and supported my weight on my outstretched arms.

The door slowly opened. 'Oh no, this must be a dream. Wake up Maddy!!!' My senses were so acute I could hear Harry's footsteps on the carpet as he approached. Even though my heart was pounding I could hear his breathing as he got close. I really didn't want to be here, but it was too late.

I heard Harry's belt clank. I heard him undo the button on his trousers. I heard the zip come down. The zip that signified his release. I heard his trousers fall to the floor. My senses were so acute I knew he had not stepped out of them. I heard him push his pants down. As he did so he leaned forward. I could feel his breath on my bare shoulders. I could hear every single molecule of air move, in and out of his lungs.

He touched the hem of my dress and I flinched. I tried to think of nothing. I tried to believe this wasn't happening. He slowly flipped my dress up to the small of my back. He would now be able to see the pear-shaped bum of a mature woman..... his mum.

I was thinking; OK this is it; it will soon be over. I felt the heat of his thighs as he moved closer. Instinctively I shuffled to open my legs a bit further. Then, at last I felt something touch my labia. My biology and primaeval instincts kicked in. I knew I was getting damp, and I knew my pussy was getting sexually aroused. Why not? A man was about to enter me, we were about to procreate.

I tried to shut these thought out of my head. Totally inappropriate, but they kept coming back. Then my attention was draw to the prodding of my labia. He was having trouble entering me. I wanted him in me so we could get on with this. My pussy just wanted a cock.

My instinct was to reach down and guide him in, but I didn't want to touch him. Anyway, I thought he must know where everything is by now. I know he and Emma enjoyed a full sex life. The it hit me; he was too soft to get in me. The joke of a marshmallow in a parking meter flashed across my brain. Poor sod.

He withdrew and I wondered if that was it. Then I felt a rhythmical breeze on my bum and heard the unmistakable sound of a man jacking off. Part of me smiled at the surreal sight. There was my son, trousers around his ankles jacking off to the sight of his own mum's bum. There I was, his mum, bent over patiently awaiting delivery of a load of baby making elixir from her own son. You couldn't make it up!!

I was willing him on to get a usable erection. The sound of him masturbating was flashing pictures of erect cocks flashing across my mind. Of course, part of me was turned on, its simple biology, but mostly I just wanted this over with. He was getting close now. His strokes were getting quicker and more violent. His breathing was laboured, and he was grunting. I could see him in my mind's eye, crouched over me with eyes screwed shut, trying desperately to get his fluid to rise.

He was trying too hard as the next thing I felt was his first shot. It wasn't in me; it was on my labia. He lurched forward and impaled me. I felt his cock continually pulse all the way down my love canal as he pushed himself into me. My channel was so lubricated mostly with his cum that he slid in easily finally coming to rest, bumped up against my cervix. His final few shots did end up deep in me. He grunted and pulled hard on my hips to get himself deep into me and stopped.

I think I could feel some of his semen seeping into my womb but that could have wishful thinking. We both knew this was unlikely to work. All the embarrassment and nerves were probably a waste of time. He withdrew from me, pulled up his pants and trousers. Zipped up, fixed his belt, and went. I waited until he had gone, my son's cum wastefully dribbling down my legs. I rolled onto the bed and lay for a few moments giving the few little tadpoles a chance to find their goal and contemplating what just happened (or didn't happen). Finally, I pulled on my knickers and went downstairs.

As I walked back into the dining room Harry had, in his distress, told them of his apparent failure. Emma was sobbing that this was all a waste of time, and it was her fault for being so selfish. Harry was very embarrassed and silent; presumably because he couldn't perform.

I sat down in silence. My head was still a crescendo of thoughts; disappointed for him (my son) that he couldn't get much sperm deep into me, glad that it was over, frustrated that I had not been fucked and conscious that I was probably smelling of his cum given most of it was either in my knickers or had been sliding down my legs.

Bob to the rescue. "Who would like a glass of bubbly?" .... Silence....."I can see you all think that's inappropriate but it seems to me nobody died. We need to get over ourselves and we should be laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation."

Act 4 -- on our own

I was glad when Harry and Emma had left, I really wanted a heart to heart with Bob. "Well, that was rubbish. I feel very sorry for Harry, but I don't think that was worth all the embarrassing build up and anguish when it doesn't work."

"I know what you mean M, but they want a baby and we have agreed to help. It was only the first time. It should be easier next time."

"..... next time? There's a next time? What did they say before I came downstairs."

"They would like to try again but agreed that if it isn't any better next time then we should stop. But they both felt it is your call. They would completely understand if you wanted to stop. It all depends on you really."

"Oh great, all down to me. So, the choice is we try and make it work or we give up?"

"I'd like to think we can try and make it work."

"How?"

"I think you may need to make it a bit more personal."

"I don't think I can Bob; he's our son."

"He's just a man."

"Don't be an idiot, Bob." He smiled. Sometimes he is so infuriating. "There is no way I can possible just simply have normal passionate sex with my own son."

"I didn't mean that. How about: not kissing, touch him give him an erection and maybe even let him undress you."

"Got it all worked out, haven't you?" I mulled it over for an hour or so. I did want to help Emma and Harry. "OK but I still want it from behind, I don't want to see my son push his cock into me."

"Good idea." Bob looked relieved.

That Wednesday Harry was due to for another try. Bob and Emma couldn't make it, so we were alone. I heard Harry open the front door (he has his own key) and he walked into the living room, looking slightly sheepish. "Hi mum." I got up to go upstairs and make myself ready. "Can you sit down mum; I'd like to talk?" I sat down. "Mum, I can't do it the same as last time."

"I know, Harry."

"I found it really difficult that you don't want to believe its me."

"It's incest Harry do you blame me? I want to try and imagine it's not you. Are you suggesting we have a pretend love affair?"

"Not exactly, but you brought me up to respect women and their needs so this just feel so clinical."

"It was supposed to."

"I know, so that's ok for you, all you have to do is stand still. I need to get an erection, I need more."

"OK that's enough talk of erections etc. In fact, that's enough talking altogether. I'm feeling uncomfortable, let's go upstairs before I change my mind."

I was annoyed that he needed this intimacy but by the time we got to the top of the stairs I was beginning to relent and accept his point of view. I led the way up into my bedroom. I sat on the bed. "Sit down next to me, Harry. I'm going to help you." He sat. "I don't want to kiss but we can touch. I still want you to do the deed from behind, OK?" He nodded, but neither of us moved. I guess we were both worried that it would all go wrong again.

I woke from my daze. We had to get this going. I put my hand on his thigh and slid it towards his crotch. He gasped and looked up. He leant into to me and was going to kiss me. I wanted him to, but I had to stop him so whilst I kept stroking his thigh. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. I shivered as I didn't really want this, it made me slightly uncomfortable, but we had to make progress or stop.

I felt his hand move slightly across my covered nipple; he was gently stoking my breast. By now my hand was stroking his bulge and it was growing nicely. I was relieved and hoped his erection would hold out. There seemed little point in putting 4 people through all of this unless we actually managed to consummate the arrangement. We had come this far so I was determined to make it work.

I started to undo his belt; his zip would be next. "You can take off my shirt if you want." I whispered. He didn't need a second invitation. By the time he had undone all my buttons I had undone his jeans. "Why don't you take off your trousers?" I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and took it off. He sat back down again, maybe slightly closer as our thighs were touching. Our hands resumed their stroking; him on my bra covered breast, me on his bulge.

I took a deep breath and swallowed. My hand moved to his waistband, I slip my hand into his pants and took hold of his cock. Nice size and quite rigid. I figured I wouldn't have to do much more to get him ready when I felt my bra go slack; the little bugger had unclipped it. He took his hand away and I let the bra fall. He resumed stroking me, grazing my nipple. I was struggling not to be turned by his stroking and his cock that I was slowly wanking.

I could feel my libido rising and I didn't want to do anything that I would regret or that might complicate things. If we remained in this situation, it surely would reach a tipping point. I stood up, hooked thumbs in my knickers and skirt and dropped them both to the floor. I stepped out of them and got on my hands and knees on the floor, facing away from him. This time I turned around and looked at him. He looked a bit startled and unsure, so I smiled at him. "Come on tiger, time to do what men do." He smiled back at me and got down on his knees. I noticed his cock was still erect. I looked ahead; I still didn't want to see him enter me.

I felt his hand on my hip, presumably his other hand was guiding his length to my slit. I felt the tip of his cock split my labia and move a little into me. He stopped. I knew it was going to work this time but why had he stopped? Maybe his nerves were showing again. My pussy wanted his length in me. "Didn't you learn anything at school? You are going to have to get it right into me if you want to make a baby." He slid into me.

I was struck by how stiff he was. I put that down to his youth, it had been years since I had a young cock in me. He held me by my hips as he skewered me with full strokes. He had a very nice cock and I soon forgot I was being fucked by my own son. He built a steady rhythm maybe slightly more forceful at the end of his stroke than I am used to. It was not unpleasant, and it caused my dangling breasts to develop a pendulum action, my head to jerk upwards and a rhythmic grunt to escape my lips.

I came around from my sexual haze when I realised Harry was on his short strokes. Maybe his stiffness was down to the fact that he was very aroused; a state of arousal caused by his mother wanking him and maybe the thought of fucking her. I smiled at the thought of my power. His stiffness and the potential reasons behind it preened my ego. I was enjoying the pure energy of his desire as his grip tightened on my hips and he jerked hard into me. He was not ejaculating but he was close.

The thought of being flooded with virile seed was invading my head. Whatever maternal feelings I had for my son had all but disappeared as I enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock reaming out my tunnel and the anticipation of a man's life-giving spunk deep in me. More and more I wanted this. I wanted to be pregnant for my own primeval motives.