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."
