Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2010 08:50:32 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt 9

I'm not sure why, but I've always felt that what happened between Dad and
me led to what happened only a couple of weeks later. On an evening at the
end of July, Dad called me into his study. Ethan, Anna, and Ellie were all
going to leave for an aunt's and uncle's house in Houston for a few days. I
was a little disappointed to have not been invited, but their cousins in
Houston were only a boy, four, and a girl, two. Still, it would have been
nice to be asked. It would have been nice to go with them to Houston.

Instead, Lizzie, the twins, and I were all staying home with Mom and Dad. I
decided I was going to make the best of the time, and get to know my new
friend Tom better. But that night Dad sprang his surprise on me.

He pulled me into the study and locked the door. I was thinking, finally,
he's going to have sex with me again. I threw myself at him, throwing my
arms around his neck.

"I need to talk to you about something," Dad said, stopping me. He patted
my butt. "Sit down."

I sat on the couch and he took a seat beside me, laying his hand on my
knee. "Margie arranged for her sister to invite the older kids down to
Houston," Dad told me. "They were going to invite you as well, but we asked
them not to."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Margie and I have a favor to ask of you, David, and we have no one
else we can ask. That doesn't mean you have to say yes. You are free to
think about it."

Dad sounded serious. What important thing could they ask me that they
couldn't ask anyone else?

"What is it?"

"Well... " Dad took a deep breath. "While I was still married to your mom,
she talked me into getting a vasectomy. Your mom didn't want any more
kids."

"Oh."

"Margie's just the opposite. She loves kids. She wants to have more."

"More kids?" I asked surprised.

Dad smiled. "Well one or two more. She wants children with me... you know,
with me as the dad. The problem is that my doctor has been unable to
reverse the vasectomy."

"So what are you going to do?"

"It's more a question of what you are going to do. You see, we thought
about artificial insemination... you know what that is?"

I nodded.

"Well, we thought about it, but a big reason Margie wants to have kids
would be to have my babies. She wants to give me more children. But since I
can't be the father, the next best thing would be... well... for you to be
the father. In that way, the children would still be my children, though my
son."

My eyes went wide. "You mean... artificial insemination with like... my
sperm?"

"No," Dad said quietly. "We mean natural insemination with your sperm."

It took a moment for that to sink in. When it did, I gasped. "Me have sex
with Margie?" I asked, afraid that I was really, really misunderstanding
him.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"She and I talked about it," Dad said. "I've got fall classes to get ready
for, and we thought it would be best if I just slept over at the school for
the next few days. You see, Margie timed the invitation for your brother
and sisters to go to Houston to coincide with the time she thought she
would be ovulating. You know what that is?"

"Maybe... well, no."

"That's when a woman is at the height of her fertility each month. It's
also when she is most receptive to sex."

Dad's dick made a definite stir in his pants.

"She and I have never had to guess when Margie is ovulating," Dad
said. "She's always very receptive at those times."

"Receptive?"

"She gets horny as hell."

"Oh," I murmured, trying to get a handle on the whole idea. "Margie's very
pretty."

"And she likes you," Dad said. "You know the way I mean. She is very
receptive to you."

"She's horny for me?"

Dad bit his lip, and then nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it." He took
his hand from my knee and put it around the back of my shoulders. "Shall I
tell you a secret?"

"THIS isn't a secret?"

"Smart ass!" Dad said, and gave the back of my head a good-natured bop.

"Augh!" I tried to pull away, but he grabbed me by the shoulders again, and
poked his fingers into my ribs.

I howled, and he tickled.

"Okay! Okay!" I said, trying to breathe. "Tell me the secret."

Dad quit tickling, but he kept his arms tight around my shoulders. "You
done being a smart ass?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, sure."

Dad's smile gentled. "I guess this all seems strange."

I resisted a `Well, duh!' reaction. "Yeah, sorta."

Dad nodded. "For me, too, but then, this whole summer has been strange,
like moving into a completely different culture."

"Anthropologically speaking?" I asked with a grin.

Dad smiled. "Yeah." Then he leaned in. "I haven't told you Margie's secret
yet; she has a thing for Peter Pan," he said. "When she was a kid, her
middle school put on Peter Pan as a play, and she had a crush on the boy
who played Peter Pan. She lost her virginity to him." Dad mussed my
hair. "She says you're a perfect Peter Pan."

I frowned.

"I understand what she means," Dad said. "You're at an age between boyhood
and youth. You in particular, David, are an example of how a boy your age
can be, well... lovely in a boy's way. A boy's face can be prettier than
those of the girls his age. His hair can be thicker and healthier. His body
has grace that is not childlike, not feminine, but not yet masculine... it
is the grace of early youth, and it is admired in almost every culture. You
have it, David. Margie's right about that."

I thought about it. "I think Ethan has that," I said. "He's like that."

"Yes," Dad agreed. "But it's a little different with Ethan, perhaps because
he hangs out with a gay friend. He doesn't have the same boyish boldness
you have; the same boyish grin."

I laid my head back onto Dad's arm and rolled my head toward him. "I'm
sorta gay, too."

Dad smiled gently. "Boys and men aren't always one way or another, David,"
he said. "I never had sex with another male before I... did what I did with
you."

"Would you ever have sex with Ethan?" I asked. "I think he would like it."

Dad's brow knit.

"He wants you to love him, too," I said quietly.

Dad shook his head slightly. "Let me think about that. I'm still deciding
if you and I will ever... do that again."

"Didn't you like it?"

"That," Dad said, "is the problem."



I went out to the living room. Ellie had the couch, and I thought about
climbing onto the couch with her because I wanted to sex with her and Anna
before they left the next day. But sexing in front of Mom, knowing what was
supposed to happen with her tomorrow night, was just weird. I couldn't even
look at Mom.

I found Anna in her room. Ethan was with her. They were naked and he was
sitting at the head of her bed. Anna was on her hands and knees over his
lap where her head was bobbing. Her butt was high and her pussy lips showed
between the backs of her legs. I stripped and knelt behind her to eat her
out before mounting her.

I might or might not fuck Ellie later, but I couldn't in the morning. I
promised Dad that I wouldn't have sex the next day so I could save my sperm
for Margie.

For sure, I intended to sex with Ethan, in his bed, before a last sleep
together.  When my world got weird, I needed my bro.

Would I ever tell him if I really had sex with Margie?



And so that was how I wound up on a Monday afternoon, alone with the twins,
waiting for Margie to come home from work. I was lying on the couch,
reading Sports Illustrated; not the swimsuit edition -- remember, this was
before the internet. Ben and Jon were playing GI Joe on the living room
floor with Tammy, the little girl from next door. Lizzie was down the
street with a friend.

Margie arrived happy and smiling. She knelt down beside the couch and laid
her hand on my belly. "How do you feel?" she asked.

I smiled weakly and swallowed. "Okay, I guess." My eyes dropped to her
breasts.

Her smile gentled, and she mussed my hair. "Are you still willing?"

"Sure."

"A little nervous?"

I nodded.

"Because I'm your stepmother?"

"Because you're a real woman," I told her honestly.

Her smile widened. "What a nice thing to say!"

"David bought you flowers," Ben told her. He knew because I had to take
them to the store with me. I had told him it was going to be a surprise for
her, but little kids aren't always good at keeping secrets.

"They're in your room," Jon added.

Margie smiled and kissed my cheek. "How sweet!" she told me. She smoothed
back my hair. "You'll do just fine, Tiger," She said with a wink. "I've
seen you in action, and I've seen what you have to work with." She
downright grinned, then and laid her hand on my crotch. "I've been looking
forward to tonight, all day."

She gave my package a squeeze and then stood up. So did my dick... well,
inside my shorts.

When she came out to fix supper, Margie was dressed as I'd never seen
her. She was in the kind of cut-off jean shorts that were popular, probably
when she was in college. They were way short and snug, and I wondered if
they actually were from college. The midseam ran straight up between her
pussy lips. You could tell.

She also wore a short t-shirt, and I mean really short. She wasn't wearing
a bra and I could see the bottom circles of her breasts. Margie was only
like a C, even after all the kids she had, but her breasts stretched the
t-shirt. I wondered if the shirt was from college, too. Her nipples showed,
and it looked like she had two water balloons in there.

Oh, and she was barefoot.

My eyes bugged out, and that's not all that bugged out.

"David," she said with a smile, "Why don't you come into the kitchen and
keep me company while I fix supper?"

Numbly, I followed her in. She leaned back against the kitchen counter, all
sexy, and when her eyes dropped to my tented shorts, she smiled. "Hey,
Tiger," she said quietly enough for the twins not to hear, "flash me and
I'll flash you."

"Flash?" I asked, stupidly.

She grinned, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and jerked the front up to
her neck.

The only real breasts I had seen before, in person, were my mom's when I
was a little kid. I remember them being big and hangy; not like
Margie's. Margie's had a full, ripe look. Her areoles were dark pink
against her white skin, and her nipples were hard nubbins... bigger
versions of her daughters' when they were stimulated.

My mouth dropped and literally watered. I didn't think about it at the
time, but I wondered later if my mom breast-fed me; I mean, my mouth often
watered at the sight of Margie's breasts.

She pulled her shirt down and giggled. My eyes must have been like
saucers. "Your turn," she said.

Dumbly, I pulled up my shirt.

Margie broke into laughter. I mean, she really broke into laughter. She
laughed so hard she had to sit down at the kitchen table.

I turned red, probably scarlet, judging by the heat on my cheeks. I turned
and started to leave.

"No, David!" Margie managed to call out. "Come back, honey."

She calmed herself. There were tears on her cheeks and she couldn't fight
down the grin.

"Come here, honey," she said, and when I came, she wrapped an arm around
the back of my waist, pulling me beside her chair, my belly close to her
face. She laid her other hand on my belly.

"I'm sorry, I laughed, baby," she said. "But you were so damned cute. Look,
when a woman flashes, she flashes her breasts. When a boy flashes, he
flashes down here." Her hand slid down my belly and onto my
package. Smiling up at me, she said, "Like this." And with that, she
grabbed my elastic waist bands and pulled the fronts of my shorts and
underwear down below my cock and balls.

That put my equipment, like, right there in front of her face.

"Oh, Davey, they're beautiful," she murmured. She buried her face in the
seam of my right leg and took a deep breath through her nostrils. "I forgot
how wonderful a boy smells," she murmured.

My dick was still thick, and it instantly began to rise. She saw, and
lifted it on her palm. She kissed atop it. Then she pulled my pants back up
and patted the underside of my cock where it pointed up my belly. Her eyes
rose to mine as she patted me. "We have to save all your wonderful sperm
for later, okay?"

I nodded and realized my mouth was hanging open. I shut it.

She got up and hugged me, pressing her pelvis to my dick and her full
breasts to my chest. I was only an inch or so shy of her height.

"We're going to have so much fun later," she whispered at my ear, and then
stuck her tongue into it.

"Nunguh!" I said, or something similar as I almost swallowed my tongue. My
knees went weak. I shuddered and grabbed onto the backs of her shoulders.

She patted my bottom and pulled away. "Sit down now, honey," she
said. "Keep me company while I fix supper."

I took a seat, and for the next half hour or so, Margie chatted while she
prepared supper. Honestly, I don't remember a word she said. I was in this
dream where a beautiful woman moved in the air around me, bending one
moment over the sink where I could see how the cut-off shorts and panties
rose up and almost disappeared in her cracks, and the next moment, she was
bending over the table to set it, and her breast hung down in the t-shirt
and I wanted to touch them.

Lizzie arrived home.

"Oh wow, Mommy!" she said as she passed through the kitchen. "Can I get
shorts like those?"

"Not for wearing out of the house," Margie told her with a laugh.

Supper passed in a daze. Time was getting awfully slow. Evening seemed a
long way off.

Even the twins noticed how Margie was dressed. Boys are boys, even at the
age of five and a half. Their eyes locked onto Margie's breasts and left
there only when they took a bite or drink.

What Lizzie and the twins didn't notice, but I did, was that Margie brought
me a glass of milk, and grinned as she set it beside my plate.

After supper, Margie sat in her chair to watch TV. The twins climbed into
her lap, still fascinated by her boobs. They laid their hands on them,
through the t-shirt. Margie laughed and swatted them away as if it was a
game. She even let the twins play hide and seek with her boobs, lifting the
shirt before she swatted it down, laughing.

I have no idea how I managed to not cream. I was lying on the couch. Lizzie
got a blanket, threw it over me, and then crawled under it with me. She
pushed her shorts and panties down, backing her butt into my lap. She
obviously wanted sex play, but Margie spotted it.

"Lizzie, why don't you and the twins go take your bath now?"

"Aw, Mom," Lizzie complained. "David and I are gonna have sex."

"Later, Baby," Margie told her. "The twins will have sex with you, while
you bathe, won't you boys?" she asked.

Jon glanced at Lizzie, but Ben laid his hand on his mom's breast. "You take
a bath with us, Mommy," he said.

Margie laughed and pushed them up from her lap. "Go on now, the three of
you. Go take your bath."

"Can David take a bath with us?" Lizzie asked.

"Not this time," Margie said. "I need his help with something."

Lizzie pouted, but the twins were already heading for the stairs, so Lizzie
threw the blanket off and followed. The tent in the front of my shorts was
pretty obvious. Margie's eyes dropped there, and honestly, she licked her
lips.

As soon as the others were upstairs, Margie came to kneel beside the
couch. "Have you had sex today?" she asked, studying my face.

"No," I said. "Dad told me to save my sperm."

Margie smiled sympathetically. "You've been hard a long time. I hate to
tease you any longer. Are you afraid you'll come before we're ready?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Then let's not waste it," she said, climbing up onto the couch with
me. Facing me on her side, she pulled the blanket over us. "It'll also be
more fun later if you aren't so stressed." She started wiggling out of her
shorts. "Get your shorts off."

We shimmied out of our shorts and underwear underneath the blanket. I felt
her bare legs against mine and my dick pressed her belly. Margie rolled
onto her back, pulling me on top of her. I went up on my hands over
her. She pulled up her knees on either side of my hips and reached down
between us to grab my cock. Margie seemed as anxious to get my dick inside
her as I was. When she pressed my cock to her crack, her pussy was sopping
wet. Her scent came up from under the blanket; a heady, raw scent.

She lifted her pelvis and my glans slid between her wet labia. I shoved
with my hips and she pulled her hand away. I buried to the hilt. She wasn't
as snug as her daughters, but she was hot inside, and just as velvety
smooth.

Her pussy was hungry. I don't know a better way to say it. I had gotten all
three of her daughters pretty excited at different times, but none of them
had the hot desire I felt from the woman under me. She grabbed my butt and
pulled me tightly between her legs. Her mouth hung open, her eyes closed,
her head rolled back. She moaned as if I was scratching a deep itch. She
tightened her pussy on me, and I came, before even making a second thrust.

Holding myself up on my hands over her, I pressed as deep inside as I could
and I came, copiously for me.

"Oh, Baby," she said with a moan, not looking at me, head still back. "You
really did need to come." She moved my butt around, keeping me tight to
her, but moving me around inside. "That feels so good. Ummm. Make a baby
with me, Davey."

My dick jumped. Even at fourteen, there's something psychological about
squirting hot seed into a fertile woman.

Her t-shirt was up above one nipple and almost above the other. Holding
myself up on one hand, I covered her exposed breast with my other. It was
my first time to have a handful of breast. I palmed it. I squeezed it. I
felt her hard nipple with my fingertips.... and I stayed hard inside her.

I bent to kiss her nipple. She let go of my butt to pull her shirt above
both breasts. I felt one, then the other. I kissed them. My cockhead lost
its post-come sensitivity, and throbbed back to life in her hot interior. I
began to move my hips.

Margie moaned and her body writhed under me. I felt her belly with my
belly. Her skin was soft, but her belly wasn't. I could feel muscles
working as she moved to meet my movements. She grabbed my butt again, and
hooked her heels behind my legs.

I pulled off my shirt and lay down onto her, scooping my arms under her,
scooping up a bare chest full of bare breasts. I pressed my temple to her
cheek and pumped harder.

She pulled her knees up and tugged on my butt, bringing me higher on her
and my face more evenly over hers. Her face was full of desire. I kissed
her. Her mouth opened and sucked in my tongue. Her mouth was a fire.

We ground hard and we kissed hard. I reached between us and grabbed a
breast. When she moaned, I squeezed it, and she moaned louder.

She grabbed my butt hard with both hands, and breaking the kiss, she threw
her head back with a small cry. I had the strong sensation her pussy was
trying to suck down my dick whole. She whimpered and I felt her spasms
around my base. I banged her, and she arched back under me. I banged her
again.

"Oh, yes!" she said with a gasp.

So I banged and banged.

"Faster," she said in a hoarse voice. Her neck muscles tensed. Margie was a
strong woman, and a lean one. She was where her kids got their leanness. I
could see her neck muscles. I could feel the strength of her orgasm. And I
pounded faster and harder; my first experience at driving a woman to
greater and greater pleasure.

I felt manly. I felt male. I felt my body as strong and athletic, though it
wasn't either of those the way it would be someday; but I felt it. I felt
my affect on her. I felt her growing wildness. I banged and banged and
banged until my balls jerked up tight and churned and I squirted so hard
and tight my balls felt like they were coming up inside.

We calmed slowly, like tossing water a swimming pool calms when the rocking
stops. Our breathing was hard. Our bellies pressed.

"Oh... my... god!" Margie breathed.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and the side of her face pressed
mine. It was wet with perspiration. We were both wet with sweat. She
nuzzled the side of my face and laughed, but the laugh sounded almost like
a sob. We held one another, and I nuzzled the side of her face.

"Davey," she whispered. "That was wonderful."

My dick inside her throbbed.

She laughed... another laugh that was almost a sob. "Oh, Baby," she
whispered. "We are going to have so much fun making this baby." She patted
my bottom. "We don't have time for more, now, though. The kids will be
coming back down."

I pumped my hips. It felt good to pump.

She moaned. I pumped again, and she met my thrust. I pumped my hips and she
met me and I kissed her cheekbones and her eyebrows and her eyelids and her
nose, and then her mouth. I drove my hips. I gritted my teeth and I drove,
and I kept my dick hard. I wanted to have sex again because I wanted to
have sex, and I was the man. With this wonderful woman, I was becoming a
man.

After my third come, my dick went completely soft. By then, Margie seemed
to have one or two more orgasms of her own. When I rolled off her, she
looked dead. But then her eyes opened, and she looked up at me and smiled.

"You guys had sex," Lizzie accused, coming into the room. Lizzie looked
angry.

The twins were on her heels and Ben pulled back the blanket. I was on my
side beside Margie and my dick lay limp and wet across her hip.

"Boy, did we," Margie said with an airy laugh. Then she saw Lizzie's
face. She reached out for Lizzie's hand. "Honey," she said, "I didn't lie
to you. David really was helping me with something." Margie rolled to face
Lizzie, and backed her butt to my lap at the same time. I had a brief, `My
woman!' sensation as I pressed my lap to her butt.

"Since you have found out," Margie said, "I'll tell you about it, okay. But
this stays in our family, just like everything else. Alright?" She gave
Lizzie's hand a squeeze.

Lizzie pursed her lips, and then nodded.

Margie glanced at the twins. The twins nodded.

"Daddy and I want to have another baby," Margie explained. "But Daddy had
an operation and he can't make babies anymore. So David is helping me make
a baby."

Lizzie thought about that one, trying to put it all together. She tilted
her head. "Is Ethan going to help you make a baby, too?"

"No, honey," Margie told her. "Ethan is my biological son. That wouldn't be
good for a baby. But since David is not my biological son, he's my..." she
glanced back at me and smiled. "He's my love son." She turned back to
Lizzie and the twins. "Since he's my love son, we can make a baby together
and it will be okay for the baby. In fact, I think we're making a very
happy baby. You'll be happy, too, won't you? Wouldn't you guys like a new
baby brother or sister?"

"I want a girl," Lizzie said.

"We want a boy," Ben countered.

"We'll you'll have to talk to David. His sperm decides whether the baby
will be a boy or girl."

"Make girl sperm," Lizzie said.

"Make boy sperm," the twins countered.

"I can't make one or the other," I protested. "I can't control it. I have
to make both."

Lizzie and the twins frowned at me.



I came to Margie's room that night in pajamas. Though I had a pair, I never
wore them. But Margie wanted me to. "I want to undress you," she said. So I
came to her room in my pajamas.

Margie kissed me and stepped toward her bathroom. "Get on the bed, Davey,"
she said. "Wait there. I'll be right out."

She stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. I was tempted to go
peek, but she had said to wait, and so I waited. I stretched on the bed,
thinking. She had started calling me Davey. I wondered why, and yet, I
didn't mind. I think if anyone else called me Davey, I might; but not
Margie.

She kept a wedding photograph of her and my dad on their dresser. The
picture was gone that evening. I understood.

I thought back to the wedding. It was the first time I heard her full name,
Fiona Margaret.

"I don't let anyone call me Fiona," she said afterward. "I don't like it."

But I liked it. If she could call me Davey, then maybe I could call her
Fiona. It could be like my name for her. "Fiona," I said, rolling it
lightly on my tongue. I could talk to Dad about Fiona, and it wouldn't be
the same as talking to him about his wife, Margie, right? It would be like
another woman. I wondered if dual personalities got started that
way... with different names.

"Mom," I called out.

She paused a moment, then, "Yes?"

"Would you mind if I call you Fiona?"

The door opened a crack and she leaned her head out with a puzzled look.

"Well, you're calling me Davey, and no one else calls me that. I thought
maybe I could call you Fiona. I like Fiona."

Margie smiled. "Okay, Davey, Fiona it is." She pulled her head back.

A moment later the bathroom door opened and Fiona leaned against the jam in
a black silk and lace camisole and panties. The camisole was held together
with two buttons between her breasts and hung open over her belly. "Do you
like this?" she asked with a coquettish smile.

"Yeah, Fiona," I nodded. "I like it a lot."

She laughed and came to the bed, climbing on. Fiona was younger even than
my dad, and at times she moved like a girl. She did so as she climbed onto
the bed and knelt astride my lap. "You know who you remind me of?" she
asked with a grin.

"Peter Pan?"

Her mouth dropped. "Your dad told you."

I nodded.

She smiled. "You do," she said. "You're all boy, but you're a pretty boy."

I frowned.

She chuckled lightly and leaned down over me. The crotch of her panties
pressed the underside of my dick which already lay up my stomach inside my
pajama bottoms. "You didn't remind me of Peter Pan this afternoon, though,"
she said, unbuttoning the top button of my pajamas. "If I had known a boy
like you when I was fourteen, I would have forgotten about Never Never
Land. You're a very passionate boy, you are."

I reached for the buttons on the front of her camisole. She let me, and her
camisole fell open, just as she undid the last button on my pajama tops. I
could see the weight of her breasts as they hung down, and I cupped them,
lifting them.

Fiona laid my pajama tops open. She ran her fingers over my chest and
nipples, then drew a finger down the midseam of my belly. Her eyes were
large and dilated; they were "eating me up" as people used to say. I'd
never experienced someone enjoying the look of my body; not the way Fiona
appeared to be.

She bent and kissed my left nipple. She licked it with the tip of her
tongue. Then she closed her mouth over it, and I felt her tongue swirl over
it.

I tensed and moaned softly, squeezing her breasts.

She removed my hands from her breasts and straightened out her body over
me, so that her chest was on my stomach and her hips down between my
legs. She sucked my nipple until it was hard and I squirmed under her,
clutching at her thick hair.

Then she did my other nipple.

I was gurgling by the time she finished with that one and my legs thrashed
out to either side. I didn't get much relief, though when she pulled off my
nipple, because she drew her tongue from my sternum down my belly, sliding
her body down mine. As she tongued and sucked my naval, she opened my
pajama bottoms and slid them down off my hips. She backed, kissing my belly
lower and lower, moving my cock around out of the way as she kissed down
into the seam inside my right leg.

She paused and looked up at me. "You have such beautiful seams down here,
Davey," she told me, running her finger inside my right leg and along my
inguinal crease. "Not every boy has seams like these. You have nice ones."

"You like them?"

In answer, Fiona drew her tongue along them, on the same path her finger
had traced; first right, then left, ending between my legs where she sucked
one of my balls into her mouth.

That was nothing that Ethan and I handn't done before, but it felt entirely
different when Fiona did it, either because she was a woman or because I
had started looking at her as my mom. When a woman takes one of your balls
into her mouth, it's different.

She sucked one ball, then another, then both. At fourteen, my balls hadn't
gotten as big as they were going to. She licked down under my balls, then
up over them and onto the underside of my dick. By the time she took my
cock into her mouth, it pointed up over my belly like the trajectory of a
rocket.

Fiona began to bob on it, and by the third bob, her lips were reaching all
the way to the base of my dick. Fiona sucked me the way a female who really
enjoys sucking dick sucks a dick. My eyes rolled up. I lifted my hips. I
clutched the sheets. And then she stopped.

Fiona lifted her head, holding the base of my dick in the ring of her right
thumb and finger. "I bet your cum tastes good," she said with a smile. Her
lips were wet. "I bet you taste very good, and soon, I will taste your cum,
but not yet. Until we make our baby, we need every drop of your semen
inside me."

She shifted around between my legs, and when she came up to straddle my
lap, she had taken her panties off. In the soft light of her beside lamp, I
saw Fiona naked from the waist down for the first time.

I know that now-a-days, shaved pubes are "in", but to a fourteen-year-old
boy, there is something elemental and exciting to the sight of a dense
tight bush on a slender woman, especially when she's pointing your dick up
into it. And then Fiona sat, and our bushes came together as the warm
sheath of her vagina enveloped my shaft.

Fiona wiggled her hips, getting me all inside; then she fell onto her hands
over me, her breasts dangling above my chest. Her eyes closed and for a
long moment, there was a deeply satisfied smile on her face. Then her gray
eyes opened, and that was the last quiet moment for several minutes. I was
about to be ridden by an ovulating redheaded woman.

She fucked me. Pure and simple. She ground her pussy down onto me and
watched my face for the effect the same way I watched her daughter's faces
when I fucked them. When I reached for her breasts, she grabbed my wrists
and pinned them on the bed beside my head. She banged back in my lap. She
ground down on my cock. Her mouth hung open and her eyes glazed.

It felt terrific, but the more she fucked me, the more my own instinct to
fuck took over. I may have been just a kid, but I liked how "male" I felt
earlier. I wanted her boobs. I wanted to be on top. I twisted my hips and
pushed up her hands with my wrists. I rolled us forcefully, and as I got on
top, I pinned her wrists the way she had penned mine.

I drove my cock hard into her and Fiona arched back under me. Her full
breasts rose under me. I held her wrists down and I kissed her hard. I
forced my tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around me, and I
circled my hips, grinding deep.

Fiona kissed back. Her heels hooked behind my thighs and her pelvis ground
up against mine. I let go of her wrists, and planting my elbows on either
side of her neck, I folded my arms over the top of her head and probed
deeply into her mouth with my tongue. Fiona's hands when to my butt, and I
felt her fingernails.

We ground and kissed. I held her head between my forearms and she clawed at
my butt. When I let her breathe, I plunged my tongue into her ear like she
had done mine earlier. Fiona gurgled. I grabbed her breast. I squeezed
it. I pinched her nipple and she bucked under me. I banged her, and she
arched. I banged again, and then again. Her heels dug into the backs of my
legs and she bucked up to meet me. Her hands left my driving butt, and
clawed at my back. I drove faster and the bed bounced noisily.

Other women than redheads can be wildcats; I know that. But as Fiona's
daughters got older, and their reactions became more like Fiona's, I found
myself more and more convinced that redheads keep fire in their vaginas.

I was spent afterward. So was Fiona. When I rolled onto my back, she rolled
onto my side, resting her head on my shoulder the way Ethan often did. As I
did with Ethan, I stroked her back with my fingers and we fell asleep.

We made love in the night, one more time, and I slept late in the
morning. Surprisingly, I woke with an erection, and it wasn't simply a piss
hard-on. Fiona was gone. I had trouble pissing, remembering the night. I
managed to do it, but my dick stayed hard. I went looking for Fiona, naked
and rampant. After all, Lizzie and the twins had seen me hard before.

I heard the twins in the living room. Lizzie was still sleeping. I found
Fiona in the kitchen, doing dishes. She was in her short robe. I came up
behind her, pressed my erection to her butt, and wrapped my arms around
her.

"Well, good morning!" she said with a chuckle. "I called in sick today
because of you."

I nuzzled in behind her ear and found my way inside her robe with a hand to
caress a breast.

"Oh, you never stop, do you?" she murmured.

Truth was, besides being young, I'd been having sex every day with her
daughters and at night with her son. I was used to a lot of sex. I found my
way inside her robe with my other hand and pulled the robe open at the
bottom so I could reach between her legs.

"Mmm," she murmured as I pressed my erection to her butt. "Why is it guys
always wake up with an erection?"

I didn't answer. Her clit was firming up, and I massaged around it.

"You're turning into a stud, you are," she murmured.

Her pussy was growing wet. Her head fell forward and she widened her
stance. I inserted a finger. Fiona moaned. The back of her neck was warm. I
pressed my lips there. She pressed her bottom back against my erection.

I pulled up the back of her robe, all the way up atop her butt. I ran my
fingers down between the backs of her legs. Her pussy was wet. So was the
end of my dick, with precum. I placed it between the lips of her pussy,
grabbed her hips, and shoved in. Fiona bent forward and shoved back, and we
started with a bang.

The robe was in the way. I got it off her, then bent over her as I thrust
so I could caress her breasts and down between her legs. Fiona's pussy lips
didn't stretch as tightly around my dick as those of her daughters. They
felt plush and warm. Fiona grew more aroused. She pulled from me, turned to
face me, leaned back against the sink, and opened her legs.

Bending my knees, I aimed my dick up into her pussy, and stood up, driving
up into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I grabbed her
bottom. We ground. She chewed my ear.

It was difficult to bang the way I wanted to, standing there. I looked
around. The table was clear. I backed her to it, and when she lay back on
it, I pulled her butt to the edge. She wrapped her legs around my waist and
I thrust firmly. I grabbed her breasts, she grabbed the backs of my hands,
and the table rocked.

It felt good, but I still didn't get the leverage I wanted. I managed to
keep my dick inside her while moving her sideways and getting on top of the
table and onto her. We wrapped each other up and rocked the table more.

At one point, I looked up to see the twins watching. They'd sat at the
table just like for a meal, but their eyes were wide. They'd never seen
their mom fucking.

A moment later, I heard Lizzie say, "I'm not eating off that table
anymore."

I glanced up. She was standing behind the twins, watching with a frown.

But I was close to coming. I pushed up on my hands and thrust hard and
deep, squirting my first morning cum deep into Fiona.

Fiona reached between us to rub her clit and brought herself off while I
was still inside her.  I collapsed onto her and she moaned contentedly.

I kissed her, then got up and climbed of the table. The twins and Lizzie
glanced at my still-thick cock.

"Well," Fiona said with a sigh. "I'll get you some breakfast, Lizzie."

Lizzie frowned at me, and I realized that she didn't have sex all day
yesterday, and the twins probably didn't do much for her the night
before. I liked sucking Lizzie's little twat, and even though I had just
come, I had the impulse to do so, and I thought that might make her happy.

"I haven't had breakfast either," I said. "And I want to eat Lizzie."

Lizzie's eyes went wide, and then with a happy yelp, she ran from the
kitchen. I chased her down in the living room. She was in a nightshirt and
panties. I pulled off the panties as Lizzie struggled, laughing. I held her
legs open and buried my face between them. She squealed and wrapped her
legs around my head as I probed into her little vagina with my tongue.

As exciting as Fiona was, Lizzie was fun to eat out. Of all the girls, I
truly enjoyed eating out Lizzie most. I loved covering her pussy with my
mouth and sucking and teasing with my tongue. The twins came into the
living room and watched for a couple of moments, but this was all old hat
to them, and they started playing with their GI Joes.

Despite all the sex I'd had with Fiona, before long, I was hard again. I
was fourteen, after all. I wanted to fuck Lizzie, and I knew she wanted me
to. I figured it couldn't hurt because I'd already put so much sperm in
Fiona, and this was just us kids playing. But as I moved up over Lizzie,
Lizzie stopped me.

"I wanna do it on the kitchen table like Mommy," she said.

That struck me as funny. "Okay," I said. I eased my dick all the way inside
Lizzie, and once she adjusted, I told her, "Hold onto my neck."

Lizzie wrapped her arms around my neck, and I got up onto my knees, picking
her up by the butt. I kept my dick inside her, carrying her to the kitchen.

Fiona was drying and putting away dishes. She paused to watch while I
climbed up onto the table with Lizzie under me. Then we wrapped each other
up and started to fuck.

"David," Fiona said, actually sounding stern. "You're supposed to be saving
your sperm for making a baby."

I looked up. "Lizzie needed some sex," I said simply. "Besides, I just put
a lot of sperm inside you." I smiled, but Fiona didn't. She left the
kitchen.

I went up onto my hands over Lizzie. "Rub your clit, Lizzie," I told
her. "Make yourself come, and I'll go put my sperm in Mom so she can have a
baby."

Lizzie did, grinding up against me as she rubbed. I managed to not come
while Lizzie did. Then I kissed her and pulled out.

"I'll go put the sperm you made in me, inside Mom," I told her.

"Okay," Lizzie agreed happily. "I made girl sperm in you."

I found Mom in her shower, and I got in with her. My dick was hard and I
was stroking to stay ready. She frowned.

"I saved it for you," I told her. "And I'm really ready."

Her frowned became a reluctant smile and then a grin. Her back was to the
shower and it was splashing off over her shoulders at me. She stepped
forward to block it with her back and put her hands on my shoulders. She
took as wide a stance as the shower stall allowed, and cocked an eyebrow
like, "Well?"

I stepped between her legs, angled my dick up into her, took her by the
waist and pumped. It took only a few pumps before I drove all the way in
and squirted.

I sighed, gratefully, and locked my arms behind her waist to hold us
together

Fiona wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her lips beside my ear. "I
think it already worked," she said, just loud enough for me to hear over
the shower. "Sometimes, a woman just knows... I think we made a baby this
morning... on the kitchen table."

I chuckled and nuzzled the inside of Fiona's neck.

And then standing there with the water running over us and my dick still
well up inside Fiona, I wondered at being a father, and how Ethan would
take it, because he would certainly know now. So would Anna and Ellie. I
held Fiona and nuzzled into the side of her neck. I didn't want to think
about all that right now.

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That's all I had time for this week, guys. If you're still enjoying the
story, let me know, and I'll try to get more done.  I certainly have more
in mind for the story, but it's also not a bad place to stop if you guys
are happy with that. J :) btomandback@hotmail.com