Jean and mom had been wearing me down for the past few weeks. It was that whole passive-aggressive thing some people are good at. It seemed as though the two sisters had turned it into an art. As weird and fucked up as I knew it was to breed my own mother, there was no denying there was an eroticism to it that always brought me to a raging erection.
I sat in the living room watching a baseball game while the sisters were out shopping. It was the first Saturday in August. I hadn't paid for my next semester yet. I had some decisions to make. School? Mom? If I give into their desires, do we stay where we're at? Or do we start over in a new location? Letting go of either Jean or my mom wasn't an option I was considering.
The more I thought about the relationship the three of us shared, the more I found myself getting aroused. But that was usually the result whenever I thought about the three of us together. I caught myself stroking my cock as I watched the game. I stopped immediately knowing I had two eager, sensuous women who would gladly service my cock as soon as they got home.
I made my way out the back door of the house when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I knew they'd have a trunk full of groceries. "Good grief! I don't want to know what this grocery bill was!" I was shocked to see how much they had bought when Jean opened the trunk.
The sisters looked at each other and giggled. "Keep it up sweetie. You're sounding more and more like a husband." Mom said.
Jean smiled at mom. "Maybe we should become Mormons. Don't they have sister wives?"
I carried several bags into the house as I shook my head. "You two really do know how to fuck with me. Don't you?"
They both laughed as they followed me into the house, carrying a couple bags each. "We do baby." Mom added to the conversation. "But you know how to really fuck with us as well. Or should I say, you know how to really fuck us."
Jean giggled. "That he does sis."
I just shook my head in disbelief. I marveled at the continual state of horniness those two seemed to always be in. Then I remembered reading women their age were in their prime sexually. Every now and then I questioned my own stamina, and ability to keep up with them. Then I'd always come around and think, 'Oh fuck it! They're both mine now, whenever and however I want them. I don't have to worry about keeping up with them.'
"Speaking of fucking." I laughed as I put my bags on the kitchen counter. "You like that segway? I have some thoughts on your desire to have a baby. More specifically my baby." I said looking at mom. Both sisters looked at each other wide-eyed. "But we'll talk about it later during dinner."
"I thought we'd grill out hamburgers this evening for dinner." Jean replied.
"Excellent idea. I'll clean the grill and get it ready while you two finish unpacking the groceries."
"Now I'm nervous." Mom said to Jean after I walked out the back door again.
"What about? Ryan saying, 'No!'"
"No. His saying yes."
Jean looked at her in disbelief. "Would you make up your fucking mind! Do you, or don't you want to have his baby?"
"I do! I do! I want to have that connection with him. I want to feel that union and then feel his seed growing in me. Knowing that he planted it there, and now I belong to him. The intimacy and eroticism of it all is overwhelming as I think about it." Mom hesitated. She looked at Jean with a worried look. "But you know how sometimes you fantasize about something. But then reality doesn't live up to the fantasy?"
Jean wrapped her arms around mom. "Oh sis. I know that all too well. So are you thinking you don't want to do it anymore?"
Mom hesitated for a few seconds. "No! I want to do this. I know that makes me the most perverted, fucked up mother that's ever lived. But I don't care anymore. I want to have that connection with my son I never had with his father. If I don't do it, I'll kick myself for the rest of my life. And we're not getting any younger sis. It's now or never."
I walked back in the kitchen. "Grill's all ready. Just let me know when you want to eat. I'm going to finish watching the game."
There's nothing like a good burger cooked on a grill. We ate out on the back porch, the weather being too nice to eat inside. I put my half-eaten burger down and took a long drink. "So here's my thoughts on your desire to be bred by me." I said to mom. I wanted to be as blunt as I could considering the subject matter. Plus there was an eroticism to the term 'breeding' that I liked. "I'm willing to do it." I thought they were both going to jump out of their chairs when I said those five words. "Don't get too excited before you hear my conditions." I took another bite, then washed it down. I was enjoying keeping them waiting for my thoughts.
"I won't deny that I find the thought of breeding you a huge turn-on. But then I consider the ramifications of what that would mean for our relationship. But more importantly for the kid. What's life going to be like for them?" I took another bite and washed it down.
"I know this is going to bring us closer together." I said to mom. Then looked at Jean. "Are you ok with that? Knowing that she and I will share something that you and I don't?"
"I've thought about that a lot. I think I can live with it as long as I know you two won't push me out of your lives. I've found something with the two of you I don't think I can live without. The thought of being pushed out of your lives kills me."
Mom grabbed Jean's hand. "Oh sweetie! No! That will never happen. I desperately need you in my life. We're in this together to the end. You're going to be just as much the mother of this child as I am. But please tell me now if this is not something you want."
The sisters leaned towards each other and kissed. "I love you sis." Jean said softly. "I want this for you. I know how happy it would make you. And fulfill that need you've told me about for years."
"I love you too." Mom replied as she started to cry softly. "I know what you mean. I've found something with you and Ry that I've longed for all my life. I can't bear the thought of losing either of you." Mom looked at me. "What about you Ry? You think you can handle all this?"
I just chuckled. "I'm not giving either of you up. I'm not letting either of you go. I don't know how to describe it. If you want to call me a selfish pig, be my guest. I won't deny it." I looked at Jean. "I discovered something with you that I thought was just a fantasy. But it's not. It's real. And it's all consuming for me." Then I turned my gaze on mom. "And then you came along. I know what the two of you have shared for years. But now it's something the three of us share. It's not that something was missing between Jean and me. It's just that you've added an element to it that makes it more intense. Even deeper."
Jean reached across the table and grabbed my hand, smiling. "I understand what you're saying sweetie. That's exactly how I saw it. Didn't I tell you your mother was a slut?"
All three of us laughed. "You did. And now I know firsthand." I looked at mom. "And now I'm going to breed the slut. But here's my conditions. And none of these are negotiable."
"One. After the child is born we put the house up for sale and move someplace that we can start over as a family. Where we move to can be discussed in the months ahead."
"Two. The child will never be told who the father is. I will love them as my own. But they will always think they were the product of someone you had a one night stand with." I said looking at mom. "We can figure out some story in the future. But this child will never be raised thinking they are the product of an incestuous relationship. I understand we're going to be living double lives for the rest of our life. But if this is what you want, this is one of the conditions."
"Third. The three of us together will raise this child and do the best we can to make sure they succeed in life with every possible advantage we can give them." I looked at Jean. "So yes! You are part of this to the end."
"Finally." I smiled as I gave mom my final condition. "I nurse from your tits whenever I want to, for as long as I want to. I've always wondered what it would be like to milk a pair of tits. You're going to satisfy more than just my curiosity."
Jean and mom looked at each other before mom responded. "I'm ok with all your conditions. I know we'll have a lot of issues to work through. But I know what I want. I can't think of anything I've wanted more than this."
"OK." I didn't know how else to respond. I was a little shocked she didn't put up any kind of resistance to any of my conditions. I knew she wanted this. I guess it was just really starting to sink in how badly she wanted it. I got up from the table and walked into the kitchen, returning a minute later with an open bottle of wine and three glasses. Jean and mom watched me as I poured three very generous portions and then handed them their glass.
I held up my glass. Mom and Jean followed my lead. "I'm not much on formality. As both of you know. But I think the journey we're about to embark on calls for a toast. You two are the most beautiful and sensuous women any guy could ever hope to have as lovers. I'm not sure I can put into words the depth of feeling I've grown to have for both of you. How much I love you both, and care for you both." I thought they were both going to start crying as I continued. "I don't start this journey with you two lightly. I know a woman your age, mom, can have complications with a pregnancy." That brought them back to reality. "That was part of my struggle in making this decision. I care for you so much, the thought of endangering your life or seeing you suffer needlessly wears on me. With that being said," I paused as I stared at mom. "May your pregnancy be a smooth one and your delivery a safe one. And may the three of us do the best job we can in raising the child."
"When are you going to start this 'journey?'" Jean asked after we set our glasses down.
I smiled at them. "Right after we're done with dinner. Why wait? You ladies aren't getting any younger."
