Her Son's Surrogate

Fifteen minutes was how long it took to drive between their houses - Becca made it in ten. Not even bothering to knock, she burst in the door and practically threw herself at Carol's prone body, hugging her tight. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou," the young woman said into her shoulder.

After a second, Becca pulled away and saw the state Carol was in. "You're crying!" She looked up behind Carol, shock on her face. "She's crying! Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?"

"Are you okay, Mom?" came Andy's voice behind her.

Carol's sobs picked up. She didn't want to see her son right then. Couldn't. But there was no way to say it, so she simply cried, hoping they would go away.

"Mom," Andy said, coming around the couch to sit down on the edge in front of her. "What's going on?"

Unable to hold it in any longer, she just let it all out, hoping they'd go away. "It's all over! You're going back to your wife, and I'm just going to be here all alone, getting fat and ugly, with no one!"

"No," Becca said firmly. "You're not."

"No, Mom. You're not." Andy stood up and went to the door, and Carol heard wheels dragging. "Becca's been planning. You're not going to be alone. In fact, you'll probably wish you were, before long."

Carol sat up to see Andy dragging two large suitcases.

He gestured with them. "These have been packed since the first weekend I stayed over."

She wiped her face, the tears drying up. "I suppose...I suppose you could stay in your room. The bed's not that big, but we could get a bigger one for you."

Andy looked at his wife. "It's your idea," he told her.

Becca said, "I've seen his old room, and a bigger bed won't really fit. I'll stay in his bed, and he can sleep in yours...if that's okay."

Carol looked between them, confused.

"I've seen the way you two look at each other. Andy is so happy now. My baby is growing in your tummy, and I think you need him...I don't mind if you keep lifting your skirt, seeing as I can't."

Ignoring the odd turn of phrase, Carol said, "What about your needs? Have you thought about...?"

Becca blushed furiously. "I have. Andy and I spoke about it. We are not making any changes in our lives." She looked up at her husband with adoring eyes.

"None? Not even experimenting a little? Finding a nice woman to kiss?"

"None."

"If you change your mind," Andy said.

"I won't!" shouted Becca. "Just drop it."

Carol reached for her daughter in law, pulling her close. "We love and accept you as you are," she whispered into her ear. Becca's rigid body softened, and she returned the hug briefly.

"Thank you," she said, calmer. "Can we get to unpacking? I need to get some lunch going, and my bed won't make itself."

"I can handle lunch, you just settle in," suggested Carol.

Becca gave her a stern look. "I cannot be firmer with this. Your entire job is to rest and grow my daughter. I will be taking over the household chores, with Andy's help. His job is to ensure you are relaxed and happy, and if I hear you're not, there will be hell to pay."

"Yes, Ma'am," quipped Carol, with a smile. Her daughter-in-law's timidity when it came to sex was matched by her fire when it came to anything else.

"Good, now is there anything you need? Tea? Back rub? Andy can run you a bath."

Carol felt an inane urge to giggle, but stifled it. "Um, I think I'm okay for now. I might just go for a walk...sort out my head. This is all new."

"Excellent idea. Exercise is good for the baby." With that, Becca grabbed her bag and headed upstairs, leaving Carol with her son.

Carol's head was reeling with the sudden changes to her life and home, but was still concerned about her son's marriage. "You two spoke? About what, exactly?"

Andy shrugged. "She told me about what happened in the mall. She said it was nice, but that she loved me. She kissed me, which she hasn't done in a while, but ran out of the room right after, which is par for the course."

"Is this okay with you? This whole thing?" She gestured to his suitcase.

"You know it is, but if you want me to say it..." He leaned in and spoke in her ear, low and slow, "I can't wait to see our baby grow in your tummy as I wake up next to you each morning. If it's possible for you to get double knocked up, well, I'll be trying for that, too."

Carol had always thought swooning was a made up thing, but her son's words and voice made her world tilt for a second. She stood and stepped in close, slinking her arms around his chest. She kissed him, deep and long, and all she could think about was the new life growing in her womb, planted by her son's virile seed. Planted by the thick cock now pressing against her - an awkward cough from the direction of the stairs broke the spell.

"Sorry," Carol said, as she let her son go, cheeks burning.

"It's, um, to be expected, I just didn't think so soon..." Becca said, standing at the bottom stair. Her face and ears were red.

Carol realized she had no idea how long her daughter-in-law had been watching. "I guess we should establish some boundaries."

"This is all about you," Becca stressed. "If you need a kiss to feel better, you can have a kiss. If I have a problem, I'll leave."

"That's not okay, you'll be living here too! Andy and I can control ourselves. If I need a kiss, I'll ask him to...I don't know, help me with a lightbulb in the bedroom."

"There's only so many lightbulbs in there," Becca said, her mouth quirking in a smile.

"What if Becca needs a kiss?" Andy asked.

Carol looked at the young woman, expecting an outburst, but not getting one. "Well, if she needs a kiss, she can ask for help with a lightbulb in her room." She went to get her shoes and coat to go for her walk.

A half hour later, when she got in, Andy and Becca were unpacked and fully at home in her house. Sounds came from the kitchen and the TV room, and she couldn't help but feel a swell of love to hear her home full of life again.

***

There were a few bumps along the way, but were quickly smoothed out by talking as a group. Within a few weeks, the trio were humming along as a family.

Carol managed to convince Becca that she needed to help around the house for her own mental wellness, and so a few light chores were set aside for her. Andy spent every night in her bed, and they frequently made love. He was gentle with her, keeping his weight off of her, which she understood, but missed feeling. He also was less rough with his thrusting, causing her to beg him to fuck her hard, but he never did.

Becca got into a routine around the house, keeping it clean and well kept. The young woman didn't work, and had plenty of time to not only care for the house, but also Carol.

Weeks turned into a month, and then two, and then three. Carol's belly firmed up, swelling to accommodate the new life within her. She had regular doctor visits, who confirmed everything was progressing well. At 12 weeks, she was sent for an ultrasound.

The day of the appointment, Andy and Becca went with her, but at the last minute, Becca chickened out. "I can't do it. I'm too nervous. I'll wait for you in the car."

"Are you sure?" Carol asked. She glanced at Andy, who shrugged his confusion.

Becca nodded. "Yes. I...I don't want to see. I'm sure she's perfect, but I want to wait for when she is born. Does that make sense?"

Carol smiled. "Of course. Everything's fine, I'm sure. We'll be back in a while."

They left her in the car, which felt weird to Carol, and went into the clinic. When they were called up, she asked the technician, "Is my son allowed to come in with me? Um, the father isn't around, and I'd like his support."

"If you like," the young woman said, smiling at Andy.

They went into the exam room and Carol pulled her shirt up, exposing her belly. The ultrasound tech put some gel on her skin before running the wand over her slightly distended flesh. When the wand was in the right place, she turned the volume on, and mother and father heard the heartbeat of their child for the first time. The tech moved her wand around a bit, and then they heard...a second heartbeat.

"Congratulations, you have twins!" said the tech.

Carol looked at Andy, who just stared back. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, definitely. Twin heartbeats, very strong."

"Wow...I didn't expect that." Carol thought of all the times her son had fucked her, and the sperm he'd put in her. He'd been true to his word, and made her double pregnant. She knew volume didn't come into the creation of twins, but somewhere in there he'd done an extra good job. She looked at her son, who gave her a smug grin back.

The tech made some notes and printed off some pictures while Carol cleaned her belly off. Andy was extra solicitous on the walk to the car where Becca was waiting.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" she demanded, seeing Andy's care.

"Yes, we're doing just fine. All three of us," Carol said, with a grin, brandishing the black and white photos.

"Three?" Becca looked at her husband. "Twins?" He nodded. Becca rushed into Carol's arms, planting a big kiss on her mouth. The pregnant woman, shocked but pleased, returned the kiss until Becca pulled away. "Oh my god, sorry! I was just surprised. I'm so happy! Forget I did that!" she babbled.

"I certainly will not. Next time let me know you need help with a lightbulb," Carol grinned, pleased at the heat in her nethers.

"Bah! Let's go, I have some thinking to do."

The threesome headed home. Becca chattered on the way, planning for the extra baby. After a bit her chatter died down, and the car went silent. Then she blurted out, "We can't! We don't have room for two at home. There's no way!"

"We'll make do," Andy said, from the driver's seat.

Before they could debate the issue, Carol interjected, "You're not leaving after I give birth, are you? I, I'll still need help to recover, and the babies will need to feed. We can't commute for feeding sessions." She could feel a panic coming on at the prospect of being alone again. "There's only one solution. You'll just have to move into my house permanently."

Silence. "Are you sure, Mom?" Andy asked after a bit.

"You'll need my help with two babies, I have the room, and besides, I have lots of light bulbs to replace."

The immediate future settled, days floated on by. When Carol was four months along, she had an obvious belly bump. Two babies growing demanded more room, and she was feeling the strain at only half way. Becca made sure she ate healthy with plenty of supplements, and by a miracle, the only growth Carol had so far was in her belly and tits.

The extra weight did put pressure on her hips, and Carol had started taking baths to relax. It was Andy's job to draw the bath, making sure the water wasn't too hot.

"Your bath awaits, milady," Andy said, bowing at his waist, one weekend afternoon.

"Thank you, Jeeves. I'll take it in the drawing room," she said, waving her hand.

Andy laughed, crossing his eyes. "I think you can only take it in the bathroom."

"Sighhhh, fine." Carol made to get up from the couch, immediately assisted by her son.

They went to the bathroom, and he stared at her while she undressed. She made a game of drawing it out, hiding her bits until she couldn't hide them anymore. Andy's eyes followed her tits and ass, and her pussy when she stepped into the bath.

"I have no more need of you, you may retire," she said, with a bored tone.

He bowed again, and said, "I'm actually headed out to get some things. Becca is downstairs if you need anything."

"Okay. I may need help with a lightbulb when you get back."

"As milady commands."

"You may need to loosen the bulb...with your mouth."

Andy's eyes shone and he grinned as he backed out of the room.

Carol luxuriated for a while, not really thinking, just sitting back with her eyes closed. There were a few bubbles in the water but not enough to hide anything. The tension in her back and hips eased and she started to play, running her hands along her body under the water.

Her boobs tended to float unless she sunk down far enough in the water or she held them down. Running her hands along her growing breasts, she noted how much darker her nipples were, and how thick they got when erect. She only had a vague memory of them from her first pregnancy.

As relaxing as the bath was, unless she had a book, they could get boring. She did have one on the go...but it wasn't there.

"Becca!" she called, hoping her daughter in law was close enough to hear.

A few moments later, she heard footsteps on the stairs, and the young woman popped her head in the door. "Yes?"

"Can you be a dear and bring me my book, it should be on the side table in the TV room."

Becca disappeared at once, and soon came back, book in hand. Carol held her hand out for it, but Becca hesitated to come closer, clearly embarrassed.

"I can't reach it from here," Carol laughed. When Becca didn't come closer, she sighed. "Oh, for heaven's sake, they're just tits. Here, I'll make it easier for you." She sat up in the bath, exposing her breasts, water streaming down their slopes and her nipples.

"Eep!" peeped Becca, holding her hand over her eyes.

"No book, then?" Carol asked.

Step by step, Becca walked closer, still covering her eyes, while holding the book out. Carol refused to take it, making the woman get close before standing up in the tub, showing off the same bits she'd shown her son earlier.

Carol ignored the outstretched book in hand. "Have you seen my belly recently?" the older woman asked. "You should. Your babies are growing in here, and you'll want them to get to know your voice, so you may as well get started now." Carol grabbed the girl's outstretched hand and yanked the book from her. She placed the empty hand on her belly and held it there.

Becca froze, hand on warm, wet tummy, only an inch away from her babies. After a moment, she moved her hand, stroking soft skin.

"That's it," soothed Carol. Taking Becca's hand in hers, she gently guided her around her protruding womb. Shivers hit her at the feel of the soft hand, so different from Andy's rough one. "Feel all of me. It's okay." She let go of the hand, and it kept roaming.

Becca refused to look, but she felt. Carol stood, dripping, the air in the bathroom cool compared to the water, but she knew this was important. At one point, Becca's hand strayed south, grazing pubic hair, and she yanked her hand back.

Not wanting to push the girl too far, Carol said, "Thank you for the book." She sat back down into the warm water.

Becca turned and wordlessly left the room.

Carol mused about the girl. Her insistence on not being drawn into lesbianism was fascinating, and she couldn't help but tease her. It wasn't fair, really, but living a lie wasn't fair either. If she could come to terms with her sexuality, wouldn't she be happier? Less conflicted?

Abandoning the thought, Carol opened her book.

The next day, she made a point of grabbing Becca and sitting her down on the couch. "Meet your babies," she commanded. Without nudity on display, Becca felt comfortable looking and touching, but it took Carol's insistence to get her to put her face against her belly.

"Are you sure? I don't have to," Becca said.

"Of course I'm sure. Talk to them. Sing a song. Listen for their heartbeats."

Hesitantly, Becca did, putting her cheek and ear against Carol's baby bump. "Hello?" she said, tentatively. "Can you hear me? It's your mom." The reality seemed to hit her then, as her voice cracked. "My babies. I'm here."

They stayed like that for some time, until Becca sat up, leaving an earprint on Carol's skin. "We'll do that every day," stated Carol. Becca just nodded, wiping her face.

When Andy came home, Carol sat him down as well, and he was soon talking to her belly.

The next day, they did it together, one on each side, and they sang a lullaby together. Carol joined in, their three voices creating one harmony.

Carol still worked, although she was getting tired more easily. Whenever anyone asked about her pregnancy, she told them the father wasn't in the picture and her son and his wife were going to adopt.

The weekend after the prospective parents started talking to Carol's womb, Becca went out to get some groceries and Carol asked Andy to help her with a lightbulb. They lay in bed, naked, spooning, with Carol facing the door and a light blanket covering their bottom halves. Andy was pushing his hard cock into her from behind, holding her breasts, occasionally running his hand down her belly. It was slow, leisurely, more about the connection than the climax.

Carol closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of her son's hands and cock. His breath tickled the hair on her neck, his quiet grunts floating to her ears.

"Hold on...I just want to feel you in me," she husked, putting her hand on his and moving it to her belly.

They stayed like that for a while, until she started squeezing with her inner muscles, milking her son's cock. "Mom," he started, but she shushed him.

"Mom, Becca."

"Mmm, what about her? She's out."

"She's in the doorway."

Carol's eyes popped open, and there was her daughter-in-law, staring at the two of them, eyes locked onto her belly where their stacked hands were.

"You're beautiful," whispered Becca.

Andy stirred, as if to pull away, and Carol stopped him, holding his hand tight. "Fuck me slow, make my tits move, keep your head out of sight," she said, sotto voce. He did as she asked, pushing up into her with enough force to make her breasts roll.

Becca's eyes followed the motion, as if hypnotized.

Mother and son moved as one, spooned together. Carol held out her hand, beckoning her daughter in law to come feel her belly, not expecting her to do it. Happily, she did, coming to kneel down beside the bed and put her hand over theirs. Carol slipped hers from the stack and covered Becca's gently.

After a bit, she moved the three hands, circumnavigating her belly from top to bottom. Becca bit her lip when they got close to hair, so Carol steered clear. At the top, she moved under her breasts, making sure that her hand was the only one to touch, but making them move. Becca was fixated.

"My milk will come in here," Carol said, low and gentle. She moved her hand to her breast, cupping one and lifting it. "The babies will feed from me here." She pulled at her nipple, stretching the rigid bump out. Becca almost bolted, but Carol just smiled and said, "It's okay. The babies will be feeding a lot, you may as well get used to it."

Slowly, gently, Carol took the young woman's hand in hers, leaving her son's on her belly. Guiding the soft, delicate hand to her breast, she placed it on her plump orb. "Mmm, your hand feels nice. I like your touch, so gentle. Here," she carefully moved Becca's finger to her nipple, running it over the bumpy nub. "That's it. When my milk comes in, you'll be able to make it come out by doing exactly what you're doing now."

Andy had stopped fucking, but he was still hard and deep in his mother. She knew he was enjoying this.

Carol examined Becca's face, trying to see how much she could push. Deciding this was enough, she let Becca's hand go, returning to her son's on her belly. "I'm afraid Andy's been quite patient with me, and he's going to need to finish. You can stay, if you like. It's up to you. I find that feeling him climax in me while we hold our babies is incredibly erotic, and I'd like you to share it."

She pushed back with her butt, commanding her stud to commence with the fucking. He did, pressing his cock into her vaginal sheath with enough force to make her cry out.

Becca didn't move, eyes fixed on Carol's expression, as she opened her mouth to moan. "Does it hurt the babies?" she asked.

Carol shook her head silently, enjoying the feel of her son fucking into her. Her body shook with each thrust, tits rolling, thighs quaking. She reached under the blanket, finding her soaked lips cradling her tingling clit. Two fingers rubbed, adding to the stimulation of the cock pushing into her from behind, until she came. Quivering and quaking, pinned on her son's cock, face wound up into a strained expression.