Bobby Edward's was a nerd and a geek.
At 19, he had never been on a date with a girl nor had he ever kissed a girl. He spent all his time studying history.
He was not ugly, in fact he was a nice-looking guy, but he was very shy. He had been rejected by a cute little girl named Wanda Sanders in the 7th grade. He had an awful crush on her. When she rejected him and called him names, he never got over the sting of that rejection. He never regained enough confidence to dare try to approach another girl.
Instead of going on dates in high school, he had been content to satisfy himself looking at porn online and masturbating, sometimes three times a day.
One morning after college ended for the summer, Bobby Edward's father asked him to come downstairs. George Edwards, his father, was a retired ex-marine and now rough neck supervisor in the oil fields. George was the exact opposite of his son, an outgoing self-assured type.
"Son, I have a great favor to ask of you." he said.
"Really, Dad. You name it." proclaimed the dutiful son.
"Don't be too quick to jump in, Son. This is not an ordinary favor."
"I see." Bobby said.
"Your stepmother and I have been married for 3 years now. During this time, we have been trying to have a child. Unfortunately, with no luck." he said.
Bobby knew of their plan to produce a little brother or sister for him. His stepmother, Julia, wanted to have a baby because her previous marriage had not been fruitful.
Bobby's dad had married Julia two years after Bobby's mother had died in a plane crash. Julia had been married once before but her husband had been killed in Afghanistan. Ironically, her husband was not killed in a combat situation, but by a saw scaled viper that had crawled inside his bed covers. He never knew what killed him.
Julia was much younger than George, but they got along very well. George's friends liked her, and Bobby liked her a lot too.
Julia was a very attractive woman. She stood 5 foot 6 inches tall, weighed in at a svelte 110 lbs., with long blonde hair that she kept in a French curled twist. She wore glasses, which gave her an almost librarian look, but her body said otherwise. She had an hourglass figure, with breasts that were prominent, needing little support. It was common for men to turn their heads for second look as she walked by.
"We've seen a doctor, and he says there is no reason Julia cannot have a child. She is very capable." George said.
"So, what's the problem, Dad?"
"The problem is me, Son. It seems I may be past my prime. My swimmers don't swim like they used to." George told his son.
"You mean you can't get Julia pregnant?" Bobby asked.
"Well, maybe, but most likely not." George said. "Julia is afraid she might never have a baby."
"I'm sure it will work out ok, Dad."
"I'm going to need some help on this one. I love your stepmother very much and I'm willing to do anything to insure her happiness." George said. "I've decided to call in a pinch hitter. Someone who can get the job done and get it done quickly."
"I'm not sure I follow you, Dad." Bobby said.
"What I need is a sperm donor, someone who is young and full of vigor." his Dad said.
"So, you'll be going to one of those clinics for the in vitro type deal?" Bobby asked.
"Hell no, I don't want my wife knocked up by some asshole who jerked off in a cup. If Julia is going to be pregnant, I want it to be an Edwards that does it."
"OK, so what? How?" Bobby asked.
"I've talked it over with Julia, and I've made my decision. The closest I can come to my own DNA is to use you as a donor, Bobby." his father told him.
Bobby's heart skipped a beat and his mouth became dry.
"Are you asking me to go to the clinic and make a deposit?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, shit no, Bobby. That would cost a fucking fortune. No need for that. All you need to do is mate with Julia, the old fashion way. One or two times should do the trick."
"Dad, I can't believe you want me to have sex with your wife."
"Nobody said anything about sex. We're talking about mating, like a stallion with a mare, like a cock and a hen. A simple act of reproducing the species."
"I don't know about all this. For crying out loud, she's my stepmom!"
"That's right, she's your stepmom, not your mom, not you're sister, not your cousin. When you breed her, you will have a son or a daughter, I will have a grandson or a granddaughter. It will all be Edwards stock."
Bobby's mind was about to explode. He had always been attracted to Julia, who wouldn't be. She was gorgeous. Now his Dad was asking him to father a child with her? Unbelievable.
"Now I've got to go to work. While I'm gone, you and Julia can get better acquainted, if you know what I mean. I think you'll find your time with her will be most rewarding." he said.
"But Dad, I've never had sex with anyone before." he confessed.
"I guessed as much. I don't think you have ever been out on a date in your whole life. Well, Julia will show you what to do. You go in there to her room and see her. She'll break you in easy.' George told him. 'You do what she tells you and it will work out, I promise you."
"Yes Dad, if you say so."
George Edwards grabbed his paper lunch sack and a thermos full of coffee and headed off to work.
On a parting note, George looked back at his son and said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." George smiled.
Bobby knocked on the bedroom door. From inside, Julia said, "Come in."
Bobby opened the door and entered. Julia was standing in front of the dresser wearing a white terrycloth robe.
Although she didn't show it, she was a little nervous. It had been Julia's idea to seek a sperm donor. It was George's idea for it to be Bobby. She was apprehensive about the prospect of having sex with her stepson.
"Dad said you needed to see me," Bobby said.
"Yes, Bobby. I'm so glad you decided to help us." she said.
"I would do anything for Dad and you." he said.
"Of course, you would, Sweetie. I'm going to instruct you so there is no need to worry." Julia told him.
"You've never done anything like this before, have you." she stated
"So, tell me, how much do you know?" she asked.
"I've seen it done on the internet. I do watch porn." he told her.
"And you masturbate when you watch porn?" she asked.
"Well, yeah, sometimes."
"Well today is going to be a little different." his stepmom told him.
"First thing we have to do is get you cleaned up. Go in the bathroom and remove your clothes. I'll be in in a moment to help you."
Bobby did as he was told. He went into the bath and began to undress. When he had removed all his clothes except his briefs he hesitated. His boner had created a tent in the front, and he was embarrassed by it.
When Julia entered the bathroom, Bobby had his back turned to her. She started the water for the tub, testing until she got the temperature the way she wanted it. She poured some bath oil into the water that created a lot of bubbles.
"Ok, Bobby. It's time for your bath." she declared.
Bobby asked her, "Could you turn around till I get in, please?"
"Oh, my word, Bobby. I've seen naked men before. I'm sure you don't have anything I've not seen before. You're going to have to get over your shyness if this is ever going to work." Her words did not project the thoughts in her mind. She was hesitant to see her stepson naked, and for him to see her naked.
Bobby remained still, with his back turned to her. His erection stood painfully proud aimed straight at the wall, tenting his boxers.
"Ok, if it will get you in the tub, I will leave the bathroom for a few minutes. But you better be in that tub when I get back."
When Julia left Bobby whisked off the boxers and hopped in the tub. Thankfully the bubbles hid his lower extremities and disguised his raging hard on. In just a few minutes, Julia returned to the bath.
"OK sweetie, time to get you all cleaned up.
Julia knelt beside the tub with a cloth and began to wash him. She poured a pitcher of water over his head and then lathered his head with shampoo. Gently she massaged his head until he was almost lulled into a state of bliss. It had been many years since anyone had washed his hair. In fact, the last person had been his Mom.
Content that his hair was clean, Julia poured more water over his head to wash away the shampoo. Then she took a rag and began washing his body. She washed his back his arms and his chest. Soon it was time to address the areas that were submerged beneath the bubbles.